shel
silverstein where
the sidewalk
ends

There
is a place
where the sidewalk
ends and before the street
begins, and there the grass grows
soft and white, and there the sun burns
crimson bright, and there the moon-bird rests
from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black and
the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt
 
flowers grow we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go to the place where
the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is
measured and slow, and we'll go where the
chalk-white arrows go, for the
children, they mark, and the
children, they know the
place where the
sidewalk
ends.