And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go...

This poem reminds me of something I once was told by my favorite teacher of all time- Dr. Brock-Servais... I wonder if she even remembers. She told me "Fernando, don't ever fully grow-up" and she gave me a copy of Peter Pan the day I graduated from Longwood University. I am thankful for Dr. Brock and for her advice that I still live by. And now to my photo of the day- a poem by Shel Silverstein. I didn't read much of his work as a kid-and now- at 28 years old, I find him fantastic. He has inspired me to start writing a kids book. I will leave you with this...

Where the Sidewalk Ends
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 ?ight
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 ?owers 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.