Jeff D. Taylor | Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

Where the Sidewalk Ends

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 t he 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.