May 1, 2011 - Shel Silverstein words.

I've become aware of a project where people write things on themselves and take pictures. While, I won't be doing this a ton, I thought it could be a cool picture. I picked a Shel Silverstein poem. I've always loved his work. "The Giving Tree" is still one of my favorite books in the history of all time forever and ever. I can't write the whole giving tree book on myself though, so I chose something else. This is the second stanza of Shel Silverstein's well-known poem "Where the Sidewalk Ends". Here's the whole poem:

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.