“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.”
Fantastic pictures and a great song.
ReplyDeleteIt's a great poem isn't it! I just discovered Shel Silverstein and love the ideas behind his simple verse.
DeleteThat's a lovely poem! Where is that from?
ReplyDeleteSuch an intriguing poem. Went straight back to the beginning three times.
ReplyDeleteI like to think of it as the place my wee man goes and where I would like to follow and we need to use our imagination to get there :) That place where the sidewalk ends....
DeleteBeautiful poem! Fits perfectly! :)
ReplyDeleteLooks like a lot of fun and a perfect poem x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Beautiful pictures! X.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. I hadn't heard it before. Great photos too! Imagination is fab! x x x
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