Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
SHEL SILVERSTEINOnce there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAnd she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.
SHEL SILVERSTEINIf you are a dreamer come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tails to spin, come in, come in.
SHEL SILVERSTEINMake it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.
SHEL SILVERSTEINThere is a place where the sidewalk ends.
SHEL SILVERSTEINHow much good inside a day? Depends on how good you live ’em. How much love inside a friend? Depends on how much you give ’em.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAre wild strawberries really wild?
SHEL SILVERSTEINI am writing these poems From inside a lion.
SHEL SILVERSTEINThis boat that we just built is just fine – and don’t try to tell us it’s not the sides and the back are divine – It’s the bottom I guess we forgot.
SHEL SILVERSTEINIf the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.
SHEL SILVERSTEINWe can’t hold hands – someone might see. Won’t you please, Hold toes with me?
SHEL SILVERSTEINComfortable shoes and the freedom to leave are the two most important things in life.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAnd he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?
SHEL SILVERSTEINWhen the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?
SHEL SILVERSTEINEverything isn’t everything.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAnd all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.
SHEL SILVERSTEIN