Thursday, January 26, 2006

Where the sidewalk ends - 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 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

7 Comments:

Blogger lita said...

what a cute pic! i miss going to kampungs and visiting cows, paddy fields, chickens, ducks. etc!

9:58 PM  
Blogger pat said...

haha i have the entire book of shel silverstein's poems - Where the sidewalk ends

10:11 PM  
Blogger chengpuay said...

Thank you. Erm who're you?

11:25 PM  
Blogger pat said...

who u talking to? the one on top or below haha?

8:57 PM  
Blogger chengpuay said...

Talking to 'i trust in him' haha.

10:47 PM  
Blogger pat said...

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12:25 PM  
Blogger pat said...

erm just visit my blog n u will noe

12:29 PM  

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