
Where the Sidewalk Ends - by 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 nests 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.
It was so great to see everyone and Brent ended up staying with Aiden while I went with the girls and fam to the condo in Park City. It was fun even if we didn't get very much sleep. I dont think that Brent and Aiden got much sleep either as he was up until 1:30 am and then every couple hours after that. Poor daddy.
I love the lashes on the mist treatment picture. Precious! Sorry we didn't stop by. Between a late flight, Dave needing to go to work and being germ infested from the nasty airports, we didn't think it was a good idea. Thanks for keeping the blog updated.
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