"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"
-Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstein
A/N: Good morning/afternoon/evening everyone! First off, thank you for checking out this book! I hope you stick around till the end! Secondly, If you would like more of these poems in a sequel, then let me know. Last but not least, this book is completed now.
Have a good rest of your day!
Copyright: I do not own these poems except the ones I wrote! All credit goes to the respected authors of the poems. If you are the author of one of these poems and would like it taken down, then pm me. It'll be removed immediately upon request of the author.
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