Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 80

On Monday we went to our little art class at the library. Did you know we practically live at the library? It is no exaggeration to say we visit our favorite place at least five days a week. Sometimes for short little trips, sometimes for extended stays, but we just can’t stay away. It helps that the library is one block away, so I don’t have to drive. It helps that they have all kinds of programs that the children thoroughly enjoy, and it helps that we all love to read.

On this particular visit, Elia came up to me and clutched my hand. “Come, look at this!” With excitement she pulled me along to the juvenile non-fiction section and pointed to a display at the end of a case of poetry books. “There! Look! I like THAT!”

You know what little girl? I do too.


If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

-Shel Silverstein