Poem: Anchored

​Anchored

Our anchors too big for our ship,

So we are sitting here trying to think.

If we leave it behind we’ll be lost.

If we haul it on board, we will sink.

If we sit and keep talking about it,

It will soon be too late for our trip.

It sure can be rough on a sailor

When the anchors too big for the ship.

by Shel Silverstein

Poem: Fancy Dive

​Fancy Dive

The fanciest dive that ever was dove

Was done by Melissa of coconut grove.

She bounced on the board and flew into the air

With a twist of her head and a twirl of her hair.

She did 34 jackknives, backflips and spun,

Quadruple gainered, and reached for the sun,

And then somersaulted nine times and a quarter – –

Looked down and saw that the pool no water.

by  Shel Silverstein

Poem: Something Missing

​Something Missing

I remember I put on my socks,

I remember I put on my shoes.

I remember I put on my Tie

That was painted

In beautiful purples and blues.

I remember I put on my coat,

To look perfectly grand at the dance,

Yet I feel there is something

I may have forgot – –

What is it? What is it?…

by Shel Silverstein

Poem: The Flying Festoon

​The Flying Festoon

Oh I’m going to ride on the flying festoon—

I’ll jump on his back and I’ll whistle a tune,

And will fly to the outermost tip of the moon,

The flying festoon and I.

I’m taking a sandwich, a ball and a prone,

And we are leaving this evening precisely at noon,

For I’m going to fly with the flying festoon…

Just as soon as he learns how to fly.

by Shel Silverstein

Poem: Homemade Boat

​Homemade Boat

This boat that we just built is just fine – –

And don’t try to tell us it’s not.

The science and the back or divine – –

It’s the bottom I guess we forgot.

by Shel Silverstein