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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.

Rain by Shel Silverstein

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.

This poem is very good. It is talking about a kid with water in his head. This kid has to walk very slowly because their is water in his head and he can not act the same.

The feelings in this poem are sad and depressed. The reason he is sad is because he is just sitting in his bed with water in his head. Also he is depressed because he can not do a handstand because he will overflow.

My opinion on this poem is that is is sad that the boy can not run can not do a hand stand. The poor boy can not have fun because he has rain/water in his head.

Yes I would recommend this to my friend because it is a good poem a heart felt poem. Also Its a poem worth sharing

Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!


I think this poem is very interesting. Its like me when I don't want to cleever seen.an my room. You just put stuff where ever you want and it just piles and piles up. Then when you finally have to clean it its the worst disaster you've 



The feelings in this poem to me are surprised, astonished and guilty. The reason I say surprised is because he walks into this room and is so surprised to see how  messy it is. I say astonished because when he finds out it was his room he is...pretty astonished. Also guilty because of course its his room.



The shift is when he starts calling names "Donald or Robert or Willie or--" and then he finds out. That oops its him. Then I like it when he says " it looked familiar ".



I like this poem very much it helps me because right now I have to go and clean my room. Also I shouldn't be blaming things on other people when it could be me. Then I shouldn't be talking bad about people.



Yes I would recommend this poem  to my friends be cause a lot of them well... Just might have messy rooms     :  ) 

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THE GIVING TREE
BY SHEL SILVERSTEIN

Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy."
"I am too big to climb and play" said
the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed upthe
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.
"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.
"I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?"
" I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered,
"come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play,"
said the boy.
"I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk
and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...
and be happy."
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.

And after a long time
the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy,"
said the tree," but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak
for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone,"
said the tree. " You
cannot swing on them - "
"I am too old to swing
on branches," said the boy.


I have always loved this poem. It is talking about a boy who goes to this tree every day.This tree that he goes to is always nice to him, because this tree loves the little boy.



The feelings in this are fun and funny. because when he went to see the tree he got to play. But when he got older he did not want to play he wanted money. Then when the man got even older he could not play.


The shift in this poem is when the little boy got older. When he did not want to play he wanted money. Then when he got older and he couldn't play.

I like this poem so very much because, the tree was always willing to give. The only time the tree didn't was when she had nothing to give.

Yes i would recommend this to a friend because it is all about giving and that is what friends do for each other they help and give.

whatifs

BY: SHEL SILVERSTEIN

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!


Here it is talking about what if i can't do this what if I do that. But it only happens at night time. Also he doesn't just think about whatif he sings about whatif.

In the beginning he seems worried about all these what ifs. Also at the end he seems worried if the whatifs come again.

The shift is when he says every thing seems well and then he thinks about. If the what ifs strike again. Then he gets worried. 

My opinion in this poem is that its funny and has a really good humor. It is also a bit sad because some of the what ifs are things people have to go through. 

I wouldn't recommend this to all my friends because they might be going though these what ifs, it also might hurt their feelings.