Dirty Face
By Shel Silverstein More Shel Silverstein
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you’ve had in years.
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Dearest Jo-Anne,
No child can fully be a child and NOT play in the dirt and get messed up.
Fond memories of being in the yard, together with the chicken and tasting chicken poop… Nothing wrong with that; it builds great immunity 😉
Hugs,
Mariette
This poem made me think of the photo I have of Jess sitting under the trampoline eating dirt
And it didn’t do her any harm! 😉
No it didn’t
🤗