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"Hitch your wagon to a star"
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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 by Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstien talks about where the sidewalk ends. A place only the chidren know. Let me say, we are those children. We hold the secrets of the world. The wonders that other people are too quick to overlook. if you are searching for something, anything, remember this poem. It is all at your finger tips. You will surely find it perhaps somewhere unexpected. It is the Find sections job to help you figure out where to look for the end of the sidewalk.