Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?~ Shel Silverstein
I took this picture last Friday at our monthly Lawson Buck Party. We all had a great time. I was thinking of the poem and I thought to myself, "Now. If ever anyone can speak the language of flowers - it's my students. Now."