WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS... DIGITAL WHISPER's LITTLE RED WAGON CHALLANGE...

 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.

~

Shel Silverstein