There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins, @bryceshows And there the grass grows soft and white, @luk_em
And there the sun burns crimson bright, @itsmejeremy7 And there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind.
@sandy_hughes Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. @aldacz Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow, we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, @catherinetharina And watch where the chalk-white arrows go to the place where the sidewalk ends. @toddler777 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. @dorachm
Poem by Shel Siverstein.
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