Sunday, 2 September 2012

Where Wonderland Begins


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 were the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

- Shel Silverstein

(a favourite ♥)

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4 Comments:

At 2 September 2012 at 13:47 , Blogger Charlotte said...

So lovely :)

 
At 3 September 2012 at 03:05 , Blogger Rachel, Cold Knees said...

this really is lovely <3 xx

 
At 3 September 2012 at 14:11 , Blogger AVY said...

Beautiful, pretty pic too.

/Avy

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At 5 September 2012 at 12:08 , Blogger C said...

my heart skipped a beat as i read that recognizable first line, "There is a place where the sidewalk ends.." for I adore Shel Silverstein. The picture is beautiful in an ethereal way as well.

 

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