2
of my Favorite Stories
(Yes,
the same as my sisters)
The
story of The Giving Tree
Written By Shel
Silverstein
These are
not the whole books!
I reccomend you buy them because you can read them over
and over.
Brittany Amber
Once Upon a Time....
There was once a great apple tree and a little boy. They
would spend hours and hours together. The boy would play
in the tree's branches, sleep at her roots and eat of her
apples. And the tree loved the boy.
One day, the boy came to the tree. The tree was delighted
and beckoned, "Come and play!" But the boy was
no longer a boy; he was now a young man, and he was
interested in making a living, but he didn't know how.
"Here," the tree said, "take my apples and
sell them." The young man did just that, and the
tree was happy.
Years passed, and the tree was lonely without the young
man. One day, he returned, and the tree was delighted,
but he was now interested in settling down. He wanted to
build a house.
"Here," the tree said, "Cut off my
branches and build your house." The young man did
just that, and the tree was happy.
Years passed, and the tree still missed her friend. One
day, the man returned, and the tree was again overjoyed.
But the man was now older and tired of life; he wanted to
get away from it all.
"Here," the tree offered, "Cut me down.
Make for yourself a boat, and sail the world in it."
The man did just that, and the tree was happy.
Many years passed, seasons came and went, and the tree
was very lonely. She missed her friend, and she often
thought about the old days, when they had such fun.
Finally, she saw her friend coming over the hill, and she
was delighted.
But the boy was now an old man, no longer able to play or
make money or to sail away. And he was tired.
"Here, my friend," the tree said, "I still
have a pretty good stump left. Won't you sit and
rest?" The old man did that, and the tree was happy.
Written By Shel
Silverstein
What
this book means to me is; |
One of my favorite poems from the book...
Written By Shel
Silverstein
SCREAMIN' MILLIE
Millie McDeevit screamed a scream
So loud it made her eyebrows steam.
She screamed so loud her jawbone broke,
Her tongue caught fire, her nostrils smoked,
Her eyeballs boiled and then popped out,
Her ears flew north, her nose went south,
Her teeth few out, her voice was wrecked,
Her head went sailing off her neck-
Over the hillside, 'cross the stream.
And that's what happened to Millie McDeevit
(at least I hope all you screamers believe it).
Written By Shel
Silverstein
This
poem means don't yell" |
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