Where The Sidewalk Ends By Shel Silverstein

Where The Sidewalk Ends By Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd 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 flightTo cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows blackAnd the […]