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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.
Where The Sidewalk Ends
This is an example of an internal rhyme in my poem!
This is an example of symbolism in my poem. It means that there is a place where things are different from what we are used to.
I chose this poem because it was very creative and struck my imagination. Along with the creativity I thought it also carried a message that there are some places that are going to be different and that you are not used to. I was able to connect with this as an expat.
