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Evan Silver

This poem is drawn from poetry and journal entries written from ages five to nine.  

They grow up there,

They grow up here. 

Unforgettable stories

Fierce wondering

Seed ideas

Mind pictures

Snatches of talk

Lists

Memories

Scrapes of the heart. 

Why are things things? 

Why? Do you know? 

Is what people say right that

A big fire cloud came and made Earth? 

It’s probably something we’re never gonna know.

I held the Earth like a blueberry. 

I sat on the moon and ate it.

Just a dream.

I was just sleeping in my bed like a delicate child

Letting your mind take flight.

Twirling, amazing, drifting, 

Seeing, touching, looking.

It’s the night

Where the breeze

Is the freeze,

Crawling over head,

Bashing through my body,

Blasting in my face,

Knocking me down

Like silver strips,

Flying over me.

I look at the sky, to see

A wonderful bird, 

Pecking on the orange leaves

A dove dancing in his delicate dozen

Soaring through the air like a paper airplane

Where the road runner roams. 

How do birds fly?

Why? Where?

I see him flap the fan blades

As hard as possible

Feet tiptoed on the chair.

I am a duckling

And an astonishing alligator

Golden Lion Tamarin

Okapi

Nurse Shark

Bald Eagle

Cooper’s Hawk

White-tailed deer at least three feet away

Me. 

What! A duck, and a lion! 

You must be kidding! No way!

Why aren’t animals treated by God as well as us?

They have brains and bodies, what’s wrong?

Some people even kill them for sport.

If you see a couple of woodpeckers in the woods, 

You’d say, “Look, a family of Downy Woodpeckers!”

If you see a couple of people you might say,

“Hi Jack, Amy, and Nick.”

Do you know me

Sitting on a tree,

Sitting on a big big tree?

Eyes as brown as bear hide

Vertical like a pencil

Tanned dark by the sun.

He learned to look and dress like an American boy

He earned a job as an artist.

Twirls on big paper

A dotted dalmatian with a dangerous disease

Brown and bumbly,

Bumpy as a rock.

Write.

Why is writing about my brother so important to me?

He could be wacky sometimes, but it runs through the family.

I saw gleaming Police cars

They put me in the big car and said…

“This is Irving Park Road! Are you crazy?” 

I jumped into the car like a dolphin.

I ran to the door.

“Teresa!” I shouted with happiness.

I hugged her for a long time.

You’re very nice

Open the door

Sit on the floor

I’ll give you a tour

This way, monsters:

My dog

He’s the best dog ever

Very old and very smart

His favorite game is “fetch the tennis ball”

Whenever he sees

A cat, ball, or squirrel,

He runs as fast as the wind.

I’ll not love him never. 

He runs as fast as the wind.

Baseball is a talent. 

Dear Omar Vizquel,

I hope the Indians are doing well.

Sorry Jim Thome went to the Phillies,

but I know you can make the team

Even better.

I also like short stop.

Sincerely, Evan.

I see him flap the fan blades

As hard as possible

Feet tiptoed on the chair.

I held the Earth like a blueberry. 

I sat on the moon and ate it.

Just a dream.

My Uncle David liked to do tricks on me like: sticking a Goldfish through my ear, acting like he’s bleeding and others. One day, I was at school with my friend Jessi. We were doing work with beans, and I said, “Look!” I stuck a bean in my ear. I tried to pull it out from the other ear. I just couldn’t get it out. A few weeks later, I was at the hospital trying to get it out. When they got it out, it grew. 4 yrs. 1998 Evan

When they got it out

It grew.

Do you know me

Sitting on a tree,

Sitting on a big big tree?

They grow up there,

They grow up here.

old recording of hallelujah with noah and naomi, i’m on piano and i sing first verse and harmonies