When I was a kiddo, I loved Shel Silverstein’s poems. I’d carry The Giving Tree, A light in the Attic and Where the Sidewalk Ends around with me and recite his poems to anyone that would listen.
Random, poignant, weird, silly, funny, moving… Silverstein’s poetry take you one place and then another, always igniting imagination. The one constant I remember was the feeling of connection I had when I read them. I could join Ickle Me, Pickle Me and Tickle Me too, on a ride in their flying shoe. I connected with the boy and his Giving Tree.
When people ask me why I like exploring the internet so much I reply, “I like being connected with people and ideas.”
I haven’t posted here for a long time. I thought maybe my enthusiasm for this project had come to an end. My website has made me aware of so many great stories, some fiction and some real. I don’t think this journey has ended yet. It might take a new shape, go another route, or stay pretty much the same, but I know housewifeinhollywood.com is a fun way to be connected with people and ideas.
Put Something In
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
‘Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.
Did you recite any Shel Silverstein poems when you were a kiddo?
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