A little poem...

In honor of the One Hundredth Birthday
Of Theodore Seuss Geisel
March 2, 2004

On the second of March
Way back in aught-four,
(Not this one, but that one -
A century before)
In a family called Geisel
A boy was born - Ted -
A boy with amazing ideas in his head.

And as that boy grew,
Those ideas all got loose,
And he put them in books
And he called himself Seuss.

He took us to places that truly were neat.
Why - the things that he saw there on Mulberry Street!
He imagined us running the circus and zoo.
But he made us think hard
'Bout important things, too -
Like wars and pollution and justice for all,
("A person's a person, no matter how small")
Like being a grown-up, like following through,
He touched us all, somehow, from me on to you.

One hundred years after
That Geisel boy's birth
We still read his books
And we still share his mirth.
And we know that his legions of friends, far and near,
Will make enough noise for the whole world to hear.
(We'll blow "on bazookas and [blast] some great toots
On clarinets, oom-pahs and boom-pahs, and flutes.")
We'll blow out the candles,
We'll sing - celebrate -
A life so creative, amazing, and great.
So tune up your singing voice
Let your brain loose
And help us remember
Our friend, Dr. Seuss.
(c)2004 E. S. Stroomer


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