The place Where The City Ends ---Inspired by Shel Silverstein Poem

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 dirty 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.