Where the sidewalk ends.
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i like that quote
I like your blog very much. The way you see things is very beautiful. Also your poetry is quite enjoyable. Just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed looking over your site! Best wishes.
Robinson,
thanks for coming by! That quote is from a book and a poem called, well, "Where the Sidewalk Ends." It was written by Shel Silverstien. He was a jack of all trades.
Anyway,here's the poem:
Where the Sidewalk Ends
from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)
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.
jasyjen,
Thanks so much for the kind words! Thanks for stopping in. If I had any coffee I'd offer you a mug. Is there such a thing as virtual coffee?
Oh and by the way, I don't know if you took the photographs on your page, but they are fantastic.
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