Life in the Eyes of a Teenager

Where the Sidewalk Ends By: Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And the street begins
And there is grass that grows soft and white
And the sun burns Crimson bright And the moon-bird rests from his morning 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 the chalk what the 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 white chalk arrows go
For the children, they mark, and the children they know
The place where the sidewalk ends