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?

I love love love this poem. There is a flower language that this kid spoke. He spoke with the flies the crickets and the caterpillar.

This poems feelings are frustrated and mad. The reason is because he forgot the language and now he can not speak with all of his friends.

The shift is when he says " how did it go how did it go " because he wants to remember the language he spoke with all of his little creature friends.

My opinion on this poem is that it is sweet that he talked to the animals. But sad that he forgot the language.

yes I would recommend this to friends because I would like to make a secrete language.