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Where the
Sidewalk Ends
by
Shel Silverstein
Page 2 of 7 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,
Page 3 of 7 And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Page 4 of 7 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,
Page 5 of 7 And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Page 6 of 7 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.
