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Hiding in Everland Reading Shel Silverstein and Eating Chocolate

Dryad said Mar 8, 2008, 1:56 PM:

 


SECRETS & SHELL

Down at the bottom, if you happen to read backwards, we are forming a Secret Society of Shel Silverstein Soldiers. First of all, Shel Silverstein Soldiers are dedicated to Peace, Poetry and the Right to Play. The Secret part of the society is just for fun. I love secrets. The secrets are not meant to keep anybody OUT of the society. That would be a Select Society. We don't want anybody kept OUT, we want everybody IN.

Join us in our Secretness and our Shelness. Bring you favorite poems, drawings, or just come and listen, eat chocolate, make chocolate hand prints and finger prints on things - and each other. If it gets hot enough we can finger paint …

I was having a moment of militant irreverence while not feeling like comforming to anybodies anything, I told Peridot that we should run away somewhere and hide and read Shel Silverstein and eat chocolate. I decided that Everland was a good safe spot, so here we are. I suspect I am going to get chocolate finger prints all over my books, but, heck, it will just give them Character.

Here's to you Shel Silverstein, Irreverent, disrespectful, gross, delicious, brilliant, poet of childhood. THE MAN KNEW HOW TO PLAY!!  Here we are, kind of underneath a bower, a grape arbor maybe? It's summer and a soft breeze is blowing in. I've got the books and I'm reading, Peri is digging into the chocolate. Here comes Aly! Crawl back in here with us!. . I brought lots of chocolate bars. I’m gonna read out loud. Here's Sprite and Cat! There is a lot of room. Ooooh someone brought Hostess Cupcakes!

Here is a poem that I just wrote for Shel. In my life as a grown-up I have known some other grown-ups who did not understand Shel Silverstein or what he does for children. They saw his silly pictures and gross words and thought it would teach the children to be anti-social. Not so. Not only is his work the perfect way to intorduce children to poetry, but his books can be a safe place of words, for children who are threatened by words, or, indeed, threatened in any way by their lives in the “real world.” A child who doesn't like to read, doesn't like books … read them a little Shel Silverstein and then causuially leave the book. I promise you it will disappear.

Shel Silverstein's work is not just for children. It is great poetry if you are six months or a hudred and twenty six. Shel's books really were some of the first I “read” to my babies; they are fascinated by the long line's of the drawings that cover two pages.

So I had the nerve to try and write a poem for a master poet. I've always wanted to make some sort of memorial for this brilliant man. Such that it is, I'm glad to have done it.



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I love you Shel
I think you’re swell
You’re most my favorite poet
I guess you were a grown up
But you didn’t have to show it
By looking down your grown up nose
Every single minute
If you thought about your nose
You probably named the boogers in it

You proved a man who grew quite tall
Knew what it meant to still be small
Not having any rights at all
But those your dreaming gave you

You wrote your words right on the wall
Words that delight, enchant, enthrall
Saying hope can make the darkness fall
And that your dreams can save you

We followed you into the attic
And to the sidewalk’s end
You taught us about giving
You were our loud, irreverent friend
You showed us that it was OK
To be just the way we are
You sawed a hole into forever
And you left us each a star
You were funny, you were brilliant
You were preposterous and wild
You made us brave, strong and resilient
You were the poem in every child


A Poem for Shel Silverstein
©Edwina Peterson Cross


This one is for Dawn … about Shel & Levitating … INTERNATIONAL LEVITATION DAY!!
………………………………………………………………………………………….   SATURDAY, MAY 17, 2008!!


FALLING UP

I tripped on my shoelace
And I fell up -
Up to the roof tops,
Up over the town,
Up past the tree tops,
Up over the mountains,
Up where the colors
Blend into the sounds.
But it got me so dizzy
When I looked around.
I got sick to my stomach
And I threw down.

~ Shel Silverstein


Hey! Lets make a secret society! Everybody who gets here sign in and we’ll be the Secret Society of Shel Silverstein Soldiers, fighting for Peace and Poetry and the Right to PLAY!

I am here! Standing up as a Soldier for Shel! … . Dryad ~ Edwina