Where the Sidewalk Ends

You know all those little things we take for granted all the time, until they just aren't there anymore? Hmm..add sidewalks to that list.

Our beautiful downtown. From Kentucky.com

The drawing of what our streets will hopefully look like eventually. From Kentucky.com

It's only fitting to include one of my childhood favorites, Shel Silverstein. 

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.

 Happy Friday! Anyone have 4th of July Plans? We plan on checking out Red, White and Boom--I've never been in the six years I've lived in Lexington.