Monday, January 28, 2008

Rain (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 sleep 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.


mark wallace said...

He's the only poet I've ever heard of. Are there others?

K. Lorraine Graham said...