that my house...
although silly and old (like me)
was of curiousness to fans and friends
and that they actually wanted
to come in...????
(I used to meet them outside.)
I looked around
and thought, what the hell,
and began to be more creative
with my space.
Then, this poem by Shel Silverstein
inspired me to write my own entry
If you are a dreamer, come in,
if you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar
a hoper, a prayer, a magic bean buyer...
If you are a pretender, come sit by my fire
for we have some flax-golden tales to spin
If you are a believer...come in!
Want to have fun and be ten?
Do you believe in poetry on walls,
hula hoops, drums and african dolls
Want to pretend and play,
come in, for a magical stay?
Just ring the heart shaped doorbell
(unless your here with something to sell)
Oh-my house is silly and old,
a little bit like me, I suppose?
Its Alice in wonderland meets Dr. Suess,
Van Gogh and the Safari Circus let loose
Come in and see that stone people exist,
and so much more to being an artist.
Its an unruly jungle in the desert
with pinwheels, fountains and dirt.
A labyrinth walk and torches of light.
Fat cats and a dog who doesn't bite
If you still want to ride a swing
an adventure awaits, with a ring!
Welcome all pretenders who believe!
we have stories to tell and weave!
But why does Shel say so much
in just a few words and it takes
me so many to say the same???
What's would your
invitation to come in say?
Pam Piper Rain