paintings by
Spyros Vassiliou, born 1903
in Galaxidi, a village in Central Greece
A poem;
Rain by Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
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ReplyDeleteRaining here. :-)
ReplyDeleteohhh seems to be raining the world over tonight, we all over Europe if not the world.
ReplyDeleteWow, I have been reading Shel Silverstein for as long as I can remember. I remember Raining in my Heart.
ReplyDeleteIt is not raining here and we need it. Very hot though, as it has been since early June.
Oh Frank how I wish I could send you some of ours....................
ReplyDeleteBeen a lot of rain here, too.....I think some of it got in my brain too!!
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ReplyDeleteGood to hear this old Buddy Holly song from far back in the mists of time when my brothers girlfriend had a bouffant hairdo and bouncy petticoats..... from the days before they invented tights lol .....love it thanks for posting the video and the poem Loretta :-)
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