poem in my pocket

it’s international poetry month and today, april 17, is the first international poem in your pocket day. (to find out more about poem in your pocket day click the pocket.)

the poem i have in my pocket is smart by shel silverstein. s8 recited this poem when he was s6 and in second grade. he was so very proud of it and so very cute – i smile every time i think of it. so read and enjoy. and feel free to share you favorite poems, too! leave them in the comment section or let me know if you’ve added one to your blog.



my dad gave me one dollar bill
’cause i’m his smartest son,
and i swapped it for two shiny quarters
’cause two is more than one!

and then i took the quarters
and traded them to lou
for three dimes-i guess he don’t know
that three is more than two!

just them, along came old blind bates
and just ’cause he can’t see
he gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
and four is more than three!

and i took the nickels to hiram coombs
down at the seed-feed store,
and the fool gave me five pennies for them,
and five is more than four!

and then i went and showed my dad,
and he got red in the cheeks
and closed his eyes and shook his head-
too proud of me to speak!

5 thoughts on “poem in my pocket

  1. I love smart…it makes me smile every time I think of lullibell reciting it too.

    i loved how funny s8 thought it was because he got it… 🙂

  2. “A word after a word after a word is power” — Margaret Atwood

    word. hello, miss jill.

  3. not sure this is a poem, but it’s one of my latest faves:

    The time will come when, after elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

    Derek Walcott

    i think it counts as a poem! and it’s lovely.

  4. I love shel silverstien, I’ve got his poetry collections and of course the giving tree. I had no idea it was (inter)national poetry month, just as a coincidence I posted one of mine on my blog last night.

    One of my favorite poets is ee cummings. and here is one of my favorite pieces.

    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
    i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
    by only me is your doing,my darling)
    i fear
    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
    higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

    ee cummings

    what a lovely poem. ee cummings is wonderful

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