The Poem

"Where the Sidewalk Ends" was a favorite book and poem of mine growing up.  It speaks of the differences between a child's world and an adult's world, which I thought was fitting for us as we are about to enter the world of children. We both already hold on to our own child-like fantasies, even as adults, and can't wait to have a little one to play with and teach as they grow.

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 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.