Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein

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?

1 comment:

Peace and Love said...

What a great poem and it fits Stella perfectly.