Because Shel Silverstein is cooler than Life.
via www.bcps.org
(bald with beards edition)
Forgotten Language
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers… .
How did it go?
How did it go?-Shel Silverstein
(via pocahaunted)
BODY LANGUAGE
Said my feet, “Hey, let’s go dancin’.”
Said my tongue, “Let’s have a snack.”
Said my brain, “Let’s read a good book.”
Said my eyes, “Let’s take a nap.”
Said my legs, “Let’s just go walkin’.”
Said my back, “Let’s take a ride.”
Said my seat, “Well, I’ll just sit right here,
‘Til al of you decide.”
Shel Silverstein
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.Where The Sidewalk Ends - Shel Silverstein
