A Day at He'eia

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

Shel Silverstein

To be free from stress and greed, we enter a community that expresses love and gratitude towards the land that has raised us throughout our lives.  Showing our appreciation and fondness for the land,  LAIP interns assisted Danielle with her research in hopes of helping Paepae o He'eia replenish a pond that dates back to ancient Hawaiian times. 

Enjoy the movie and the short poem! 

~Michelle V.