Friday, February 17, 2012

just a little Shel







“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?”

5 comments:

Sherry Peyton said...

It ain't until we get old that we discover what growing up is all about. lol

Beach Bum said...

Good stuff!

I follow Jimmy's advice and just grow older but not up.

susan said...

A true genius as can only be said of someone who's seen through it all to the essentials.

Randal Graves said...

Shel doesn't take things seriously, things are Serious, and Important, be serious, importantly.

okjimm said...

Sherry... you are only as old as your last peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Dear Bum.... Grow up??? I have enough trouble WAKING UP

Susan... true genius involves knowing how many ways you can make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Randal..I am not impotent..I have two children...ceralishly

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