Where the Sidewalk Ends

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

I had a disposable camera. Purchased it in July...developed it in March. That's why we now have digital. However, it's cool to look back at a picture like this. I was in Chicago last summer. I'm not sure what the heck it is or why it's in downtown, but it sure is cool. Welcome to my blog. Peace out.