Where the sidewalk ends by Shel Silverstein

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.


by Shel Silverstein

1. Where the Sidewalk Ends 30th Anniversary Edition: Poems and Drawings 
2. Falling Up 
3. A Light in the Attic Special Edition 
4. Runny Babbit: A Billy Sook 

i love this kind of sidewalk art. i think im going to learn how to do it

fugacious

\ fyoo-GAY-shuhs \  , adjective;

1.

Lasting but a short time; fleeting.

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