sidewalk poets

For the modern beats,the passionate,the hungry,the tired,the strange and the angry. For those standing on the sidewalk screaming verse and for those left wandering.
the ramblers
the truants
the bums
the riff and
the raff
the completely insane
-we all find ourselves on the sidewalk-

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.
- Shel Silverstien