Where the Sidewalk Ends

 Maggi is hosting a challenge on the  forums this month called Poetry in Motion and part of the  challenge is to create a layout but  the  poem of your choice must  be part of the  layout  ... Now  for us that  do not  journal (BUT SHOULD)  this  was  kind of hard an d out of my comfort zone.  The first project  I was making was trashed then I  decided to  print the poem on the  paper and work around it  .. and  voila  my : "Where the Sidewalk Ends"

Products Used :  digital designed background paper, dusty attic, handmade resin pieces, lots  of  new  flying unicorn flowers that will be in the  store  just  before Thanksgiving ! 

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 Silverstein