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.
by Shel Silverstein
So very,very true!
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A stunning post, Amira and I fully agree with these marvelous words and quotes. Nature is best in every aspect, nothing is wanted but yourself where yur soul is free to wander and sit. Awesome poem.
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Thank you so much dear Kamal! So true! Nothing like Nature to nurture our souls 🙂 ❤
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Yes for sure dear Amira. Nature at its best. Welcome dear.
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So very beautiful! I love this.
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Thank you so much for your beautiful comment. I am so glad to hear that you enjoyed it! Best wishes to you dear friend! ❤ 🙂
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Peace.
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🙏 Thank you! 🙂 ❤
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