McCarren Pool: Site Of Shel Silverstein Tattoo

[Photo by Antwan Duncan]

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.

Ronnie Specktor was at McCarren Pool last week and Antwan was there to capture the fun.  My favorite photo of the batch was the “Where the Sidewalk Ends” tattoo in reference to that awesome Shel Silverstein book that I so adored as a child.  I am generally turned off by tattoos of any sort, but this one made me smile.

More story and photos below:

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.