*Find me a place where the city ends
In a line where the meadow begins
And the flowers grow sweet and wild
And the sunlight falls on every child
And all night the songbirds sing.
To soften the moons bloom on the wind
Cross from the city with ***** smoke stacks
and the pavement wind’s without end.
Past all the cracks where dandelions grow.
To the place where the pace of all is slow.
We shall walk where the wildflower and wildlife go.
In the place where the city ends
Yes we shall walk where the pace of all is slow
To where the sounds of children’s laughter goes
For in their innocence they surely know.
The place where the city ends.*
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
*Find me a place where the city ends
In a line where the meadow begins
And the flowers grow sweet and wild
And the sunlight falls on every child
And all night the songbirds sing.
To soften the moons bloom on the wind
Cross from the city with ***** smoke stacks
and the pavement wind’s without end.
Past all the cracks where dandelions grow.
To the place where the pace of all is slow.
We shall walk where the wildflower and wildlife go.
In the place where the city ends
Yes we shall walk where the pace of all is slow
To where the sounds of children’s laughter goes
For in their innocence they surely know.
The place where the city ends.*
Inspired by Shel Silverstein Poem