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Shel Silverstien

When I was young, my mother (who was an elementary teacher) decorated her classrooms beautifully. Although neither one of us can draw worth a flip, we could colour! My mother would project great pictures onto butcher paper and trace them. We would take those really big boxes of crayola crayons and colour and shade and bring these pictures into life. I have been thinking a lot about the stories my daughter has begun to spin, and they remind me of the type of poetry Shel Silverstein created (another mother contribution). With that in mind, I am going to take white wall paper and create a room full of the poetry and drawings of the late great Silverstein in the projected creativeness my mother taught me and tack them up over their ugly wallpaper (easily removed…I have learned my ‘only renting’ lessons the hard way). So, without further ado… a sampling

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

God’s Wheel
God says to me with kind of a smile,
‘Hey how would you like to God awhile
And steer the world?’
‘Okay,’ says I, ‘I’ll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?’
‘Gimme back that wheel.’ Says God,
‘I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.’

Love his poetry!

July 18, 2004 | Permalink


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