| freelysaid ( @ 2009-02-05 12:32:00 |
Signals
I love Shel Silverstein. One of my earliest books was The Giving Tree, and until now my brother and I haven't settled who gets to keep the vintage copies of Where the Sidewalk Ends and A Light in the Attic (ahem, ako ang Ate...).
The funny thing is a lot of people think most of his work is just for kids, but if you look a little deeper the words strike a chord with any age. So it's a fitting tribute that my current state of mind is aptly painted by this poem:
"Signals"
I love Shel Silverstein. One of my earliest books was The Giving Tree, and until now my brother and I haven't settled who gets to keep the vintage copies of Where the Sidewalk Ends and A Light in the Attic (ahem, ako ang Ate...).
The funny thing is a lot of people think most of his work is just for kids, but if you look a little deeper the words strike a chord with any age. So it's a fitting tribute that my current state of mind is aptly painted by this poem:
"Signals"
When the light is green you go.
When the light is red you stop.
But what do you do
When the light turns blue
With orange and lavender spots?