Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,…

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends…

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.

"Shel Silverstein"