“One inch tall”

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You’d swing upon a spider’s thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb.
You’d run from people’s feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write–
‘Cause I’m just one inch tall).

-Shel Silverstein

When I was about four, I loved cartoon movies.  I grew attached to a certain horse in a cartoon-movie, called Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. Filled with sappy Bryan Adams songs it was a wild-west horse story.  Over and over again, I always asked for this movie.  My parents begged me to watch anything but Spirit.  I watched this movie so many times, I just loved Spirit.  I can’t believe my parents even put up with me.

On Christmas day, when I saw the stuffed animal version of Spirit the horse, large and cuddly and bigger than me, he became my favorite toy instantly.  Spirit, the horse!  I had never met a real horse, but somehow, I connected with this stuffed animal and he became my favorite toy.  I kept Spirit on my bed for many years.  For my 5th birthday, I had a horse party.  I had Spirit on my mind.  Weird.

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. 2002. Http://en.wikipedia.org/. Web. <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirit:_Stallion_of_the_Cimarron>.