Poet

Shel Silverstein wrote several hundred poems, and some of the compilations are Where the Sidewalk Ends, Falling Up, A Light in the Attic, and a book he has written is the Giving Tree. ("Shel silverstein," )

My poem is True Story, about a boy who goes on an adventure and survives a lot of near death situations in which his captors are sometimes mean, but in the end an eagle betrays him by dropping him into a boiling lake. ("Shel silverstein," )

This morning I jumped on my horse, And went out for a ride, And some wild outlaws chased me And they shot me in the side. So I crawled into a wildcat’s cave To find a place to hide, But some pirates found me sleeping there, And soon they had me tied To a pole and built a fire Under me—I almost cried Till a mermaid came and cut me loose And begged to be my bride, So I said I’d come back Wednesday But I must admit I lied. Then I ran into a jungle swamp But I forgot my guide And I stepped into some quicksand, And no matter how I tried I couldn’t get out, until I met A water snake named Clyde, Who pulled me to some cannibals Who planned to have me fried. But an eagle came and swooped me up And through the air we flied, But he dropped me in a boiling lake A thousand miles wide. And you’ll never guess what I did then— I DIED.

Reference Silverstein, S. (1974). Where the sidewalk ends. New York, NY: Evil Eye INC.

Shel silverstein. (n.d.). Retrieved from http://www.freebase.com/view/en/shel_silverstein Shel Silverstein wrote several hundred poems, and some of the compilations are Where the Sidewalk Ends, Falling Up, A Light in the Attic, and a book he has written is the Giving Tree. ("Shel silverstein," )