Park City Utah
4 years ago
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....... 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....
3 comments:
This is very creative! I love it!
I LOVE this one!
What a great way to display all of those prize buckles! I'm sure it made him very proud.
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