Welcome to the 254th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today’s poem is from Shel Silverstein:
Dirty Face
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you’ve had in years.
What do you think?
His poems are such fun! I loved him when I was a kid, and The Girl did, too.
Bless Shel Silverstein, I’ve loved his works for as long as I can remember. This poem is so tender and funny and true!
It is, isn’t it. There’s so much fun packed into it, and yet, there is that bit of that sadness at the things we’ve lost since we’ve grown up. And a bit of snarkiness in the child…reminding the parent/adult that they haven’t had fun in ages.