Tuesday, June 30, 2009


I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain,

And it dripped in my head

And flowed into my brain,

And all that I hear as I lie in my bed

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,

I walk very slow,

I can't do a handstand--I might overflow,

So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said

--I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

-Shel Silverstein


The Graham Fam said...

Amen. That about sums it up.


MaineMom said...

It's raining??

Jillian and Crew said...

love it

Grandma said...

I thought that was one of your poems until I got to the end!