Thursday, January 16, 2014

a little bit of Shel

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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.




11 comments:

Tamar SB said...

Love this poem and perfect pic for it!!

Have a great day!

photowannabe said...

This is definitely the poem for your style of photography.
You definitely know where the sidewalk ends.

Jennifer Hoppins said...

I would love to have a solid hard cover book of your photography paired with the wonderful poems you curate. I would give it as gifts to people, and especially to my children. And my mom. She would love you like I do, Becky.

Tehmina said...

Such a gorgeous photograph and what a beautiful poem, compliments it well

Tracy P. said...

Those EYES!!

Sophi Belle said...

This is such an amazing portrait! I adore the natural, fresh mood of it! <3

M said...

Beautiful photo :)
Follow the chalk marks :)

Jessica Downey said...

Fresh, true, beautiful. And you've got me thinking that it's about time I buy that book for my kids.

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Who could resist that face and those words!? Both beautiful. Visiting by way of SITSgirl on FB.

Caitlin said...

This is so sweet.. I love Shea Silverstein... I grew up reading his poems. Thanks for the reminder xoxo