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Monday, January 18, 2010

Do you know where the sidewalk ends?

Mood:content

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.

[Shel Silverstein]

Do you know where the sidewalk ends,

P.S. I decided to name my guitar Aiden. Thanks everyone for your help! [:

5 comments:

rosanguyen said...

Australia has been on "vacation" since December 18th and we return to school on January 28TH/29TH.

:)

Kay said...

Shel Silverstein! :]

That man defined my childhood through his poems :D

RawknRobynsGoneBlogWild said...

Now I really want to run out and buy some Shel Silverstein. Thanks for this reminder of one of the greats.
Robyn

Betsey said...

ooh wow, shel silverstein was my absolute favorite when i was in elementary school. i kept his book by my bed and i even used one of his poems in my speech for class president! haha! thanks so much, this post is great!!

Mauricem said...

This is a beautiful poem about leaving the coarseness of city life to play in the beauty of nature. Aida...cool name for a guitar.

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