The Place 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 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

I am sick and being sick when you are so far away from home is no fun :( But I got some antibiotics and painkillers and I should be feeling better soon. Tomorrow I am going to a famous spot in sydney for dinner, Cafe Sydney. Its beautiful and fancy, its for my friend Emma's 21st Birthday! WOOO that's why this medicine HAS to work because I want to eat all the fabulous food there tomorrow night. Its Nov. 7th and I leave Nov. 19th. WOW. every time i think about going home already it surprises me.