There is a place whre the sidewalk ends And before the street begins And there the grass grows soft and white 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 and we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow And we'll go where the chalk white arrows go to the place where the sidewalk ends Yes we'll wlak 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 chilren they know the place where the sidewalk ends Shel Silverstien
hmm this is interesting, its liek a ballad, a story i like it especilly this:and there the moon bird rest from his flight to cool in the pepermint wind" very nice line!
