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November 2009 
The Secret Society of Shel Silverstein Sshhh! [its a secret!]
Posted on Mar 12th, 2008
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Psssstt!! Commere!..............................over here! Sssshhh!! QUIET! It’s a secret!
Wina
I'm Wina. Sometimes I get called Pooh. I'll bet you can't tell why. 
You know me hu? I’ll bet you do ‘cause you are reading my Blog. If you DON’T then I got to intoe-duce myself. I’m Wina. 
THIS IS THE THING: There is SECRET STUFF going on.Ssshh! You gotta learn to be quiet!
I have it on the best authority that there is a SECRET SOCIETY MEETING over at PLAY-POD. I can’t tell you where it is because it is a SECRET. It isn’t a Secret Society to keep people out (that would be a Select Society) we don’t want anybody kept out, we want every body in, but it has to be kept a SECRET.
WHY? Common! You remember why! Don’t you remember being eight or nine and having a secret? It’s a lovely, mysterious feeling. Especially when it is a good secret, and this is a good secret. This SECRET SOCIETY happened by mistake, most good ones do. My friend Peri and I wanted somewhere to hide and eat chocolate and then we wanted to read SHEL SILVERSTEIN because we think he is the best. So my friend and I . . . well, really she’s my sister ‘cause we did that bleeding thing and Mary too so now we’ve got the same blood, anyway, we climbed way back under this entirely cool thing into this fantabulous place that is all covered by vines and ivy and it is all full of violets and lily of the valley. We are sitting on violets! It smells so good in here you can hardly stand it. It smells like some Paris lady’s Bood-waah! *snicker-sort* Bood-waah, Peri! Bood-waah! Now I made her snort. I always can.
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OK! IT'S A HUNT! But WE are the Treasure!.........................................................!!!!!
Oh, that’s good. We make great treasure, plus we’ve got the Shel Silverstein books
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And a LOT of Chocolate!! This is my little brother. WE don't look this bad
because we are not this savage.
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We DO have a stray finger print here and there
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We are hoping that JENA will show up and tell us what they mean! (besides the fact that we should be more dainty when eating chocolate and reading books underneath a bunch of ivy sitting on violets, which smell like a Paris Lady's Boood-Waaah! Hey, Peri! Boood-Waah!! I made her snort again!! [V.I.C.T.O.R.Y/ !!]So YOU look around and see if you can find us. We are hidden really well because PLAY-POD is a fantastmundo place to hide. Come and look, though because we want you in on the secret. Sometimes secrets are more fun the more people that are in on them. You’ll have to look careful and hard though or you’ll never in six-trillion-scabillion years figure out WHERE WE ARE.
P.S. I wrote this poem when I was a grown-up.
I love you Shel
I think you’re swell
You’re most my favorite poet
I guess you were a grown up
But you didn’t have to show it
By looking down your grown up nose
Every single minute
If you thought about your nose
You probably named the boogers in it
You proved a man who grew quite tall
Knew what it meant to still be small
Not having any rights at all
But those your dreaming gave you
You wrote your words right on the wall
Words that delight, enchant, enthrall
Saying hope can make the darkness fall
And that your dreams can save you
We followed you into the attic
And to the sidewalk’s end
You taught us about giving
You were our loud, irreverent friend
You showed us that it was OK
To be just the way we are
You sawed a hole into forever
And you left us each a star
You were funny, you were brilliant
You were preposterous and wild
You made us brave, strong and resilient
You were the poem in every child
A Poem for Shel Silverstein
©Edwina Peterson Cross
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