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 streets 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.
~Shel Silverstein

I be;ieve I've read this poem in one of Silverstein's poem books once, so it caught my eye when I saw it online. Silverstein is, once again, using his descriptive words to convey his message, which is basically that beyond the man-made things, polution and pot holes there's a more beautiful place where there's no need for rushing or running around.

Without naming specific places you can see the difference between the haven Silverstein describes beyond "where the sidewalk ends" and the area before it ends: the haven is clean and pure whereas the other place is dark, black and bending. His line, "with a walk that is measured and slow," he shows that in this haven there's no need to rush anywhere and a person can take the place to slow down and relax - no troubles, no problems, no worries.