Friday, June 5, 2009

A poem that I love


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 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

1 comment:

Christine said...

Carrie I love it!