Where the
Sidewalk Ends – 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.