Wednesday, February 04, 2009

In Loving Memory

February 9, 1966 - February 2, 2005

Where the Sidewalk Ends

- Shel Silverstein

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.

3 comments:

bazu said...

hugs to you.

Becca said...

Yes, hugs to you!!
Loved where the sidewalk ends...

All my tomorrows said...

Our thoughts are with you during this time. So hard to lose someone you love.......