Favorite Poet - Shel Silverstein
Though eight years have passed, I can still distinctly remember the evenings that I spent curled up on a beanbag chair in my closet, reading “Falling Up” to the rhythmic patter of the rain. The comforting simplicity of Shel Silverstein’s poems seemed to surpass even the stress-free straightforwardness of my 4th grade life. They weren’t just short and clever, but were complemented beautifully by the minimalistic illustrations and crisp, clean formatting. However, after several engrossing reads, “Falling Up” was eventually lost to the messy stacks of books in the corners of my room. It was just last week that I rediscovered the book, picking it back up as I cleaned my room. I briefly flipped through it, fondly remembering the good old days, and before I knew it, more than an hour had passed. Each poem was just so readable, so casually enjoyable, that it felt almost impossible to put the book down. More so than any other text that I’ve read in my life, “Falling Up” was genuinely effortl...