“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.”
Living in a city can make you a little crazy, which will make you itch to find a way out of it. I went looking for that way today. I suppose that in a sense I found it, or at least I found the highway that might lead out of town.
Mostly I just took pictures of beautiful things, like the sky and things I found beyond where the sidewalk ends. I thought about taking pictures of people, but I felt uncomfortable asking if I could. That’s probably a loss on my part.
So back to the bit about how living in a city makes you crazy…
Ultimately what I gained from my 2 hour walk to nowhere are a couple of photos and a couple of puns. If we’re being honest, I’m probably the only one who thinks they are funny though. Having considered that…I made a short poem instead!
Now I hope I don’t leaf the wrong impression, but I found where the sidewalk ends…
And if, perhaps that saddens you, I also found where it begins. You see, there’s always a silver lining, but it only grows on flowers, my friends.
Until next time!