Where the world Ends-

Where the world Ends
-a rewritten version of Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the world ends
And before the sea begins
And there the breeze blows constant and swift
And there the sun burns crimson bright
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool on the painted cliffs.

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 animals go
To the place where the world ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where no signs or arrows go,
Follow the animals path, they mark, and the animals, they know
The place where the world ends.

--Shane