Love Things

Today's blog is inspired by another blog I recently read...
The Pioneer Woman - I Love


Things I Love...

marshmallows

music

plastic toy food

bags

Spring

horror movies

pianos

Gigi

dogs

cheese

romance movies

wild birds

Zoe

my friends from 916 Hovey

fairies

photos

reading books

my hubby

snow

cats

Autumn

Shel Silverstein

swimming

iced coffee

scary stories

gee-tars

french fries

antiques

my parents

Europe

trees

Disney movies

our pony

hammocks

chili cheese dogs

goats

the big city

strawberries

corn on the cob

history

Harry Potter

foreign films

the U.S.

milk

travel

croissants

family

morning

art

dewy grass

genealogy

snakes

blogs

pie

my oldest friend

garlic

butterflies

purple

sunsets

Summer

Lyle Lovett

toadstools

kisses

barns

hugs

I could go on and on...

What do you Love?

A New Book

Shel Silverstein has a new book out!

Shel Silverstein has a new book out!

Shel Silverstein has a new book out!

Pretty impressive for a guy who passed away in 1999.

His family compiled some of his unpublished poems and in the fashion of "Where the Sidewalk Ends" and "A Light in the Attic" they have released "Every Thing On It."

I am beside myself about it!

I have mentioned before in this blog how much I admire the works of Shel Silverstein.  I was introduced to him as a child.  Third grade I believe.  My grandmother gave me "Where the Sidewalk Ends" and I fell in love immediately.  The simple ink drawings.  The whimsical and sometimes heartbreaking poetry.  I really need to purchase all of his works.  I have his poems, not his stories on my bookshelf.  

I read "The Giving Tree" to the girls recently and they were engrossed by it.  Especially Zoe.  

"The Giving Tree", "A Giraffe and a Half" and "Lafcadio, The Lion Who Shot Back" all need to deposit themselves into my home soon so that I can share the wonder that is the bald man on the back of the book...Mr. Shel Silverstein.           

 

Here Comes

Here comes summer,

Here comes summer,

Chirping robin, budding rose.

Here comes summer,

Here comes summer,

Gentle showers, summer clothes.

Here comes summer,

Here comes summer--

Whoosh--shiver--there it goes.

~Shel Silverstein

 1981  A Light in the Attic

A Poem Can Be So Much More...

April is National Poetry Month. 

While I am more attuned to reading a novel, even a good biography from time to time, there is a place for poems in my life. 

Everyone starts out in this world learning poems, nursery rhymes.  Little Miss Muffet, Baa Baa Black Sheep.  I've told them to my own girls. 

Later on I was introduced to Shel Silverstein by my grandmother.  She bought me "Where the Sidewalk Ends" and I fell madly in love with that bald bearded man.  

I was introduced to Frost, Tennyson and a myriad of others in college.  I'll never forget a professor I had in college and the way he would draw out Tennyson's name...Alfred, Looooord Tennyson.  It was great.   

While living in Chicago in the early 90's I found Charles Bukowski.  He'll take you on one hell of a ride.  Wow.     

But while devouring and sometimes seeing myself in a poem as an adult, I always ALWAYS came back to Shel Silverstein. 

So, in honor of National Poetry Month I want to share with you my favorite poem...ever...

Invitation

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!

Shel Silverstein

Where The Sidewalk Ends

1974