(poems go here)A book is a place where your imagination flows. A book is a place where no one knows no. It’s limitless and boundless, stretching for miles. It’s rowdy yet soundless as it trespasses your mind’s aisles. I have favorite books and blogs, cats and dogs, paintings and musicians, artists and mathematicians. I have favorite magazines and plays, nights and days, performers and poems, xylem and phloem. I have favorites of them all, just like any another. All I have favorites of unlike my brother. He groans and moans and pouts and shouts that my wild imagination runs too far about. But I say nay, for there is no end to my run. I say nay because the fun has just begun. If it has not been obvious whom I admire most, I dare say this wit is as thin as a ghost. He is as great as a mouse, as small as a house. He is as famous as a shoe and “more you-er than you.” From the “Green Eggs and Ham” to the “Cat in the Hat” here is a really swell guy, and I will leave it at that. So give it up for the man with rhyme as loose as a goose. Give it up for my inspiration, dear Dr. Seuss.
More than a lyric and more than a writer, Dr. Seuss a genius with wit tremendously brighter. He rhymes on a whim, composes on a spin, illustrates on whirl that starts with a twirl. Just like all the other kids on the block, I grew up with a raucous cat that started with a knock. From Christmas to birthdays, celebrations owe him glory, for most of the current population was raised by his stories. He raised us teaching right from wrong. He raised us to not let black cats linger too long. He raised us teaching to believe in all. He raised showing us that, “a person’s a person, no matter how small.” He raised us to take care of nature from greedy corporations. He raised us to lead us in protecting our nation. Through his books and rhymes, stories and fables, Americans know him at their bedtimes, couches, movies, and dinner tables. He instilled values in his readers for them to follow. Though fiction and tale, his work was not hollow. He had a purpose, you see. A purpose for you and me. He had a dream. He had a dream for boys, girls, America, the world. He had a dream it seems that we must know what his dream really means. We must know his ins and outs, his comings and abouts. We must know the lyrical equivalent of Zeus. We must know the real Dr. Seuss.
A hoot and a half, a delight and a laugh was the gleeful Dr. Seuss. From Jews to African Americans, red fish to blue fish, he greatly disapproved of abuse. Suiting up his gear, charging into the year, Seuss prepared for World War II. He was sick and tired, tired and sick of the war leaving him blue. To the army he went, all his anger spent writing scripts and composing propaganda. He helped boost morale in every guy and gal for the United States where his demand’s from. He created may movies for the public’s view. He wanted all to see what he was seeing too, a malnourished Jew. Dr. Seuss was more than a poet, composer, writer, or lyricist. He aimed to show the world values and ethics brightest and clearest. He influenced many people young and old. He influenced many people through his stories told. Of many good ones he has a lot, but one particular one has my attention caught.
I say what I say, and I know what I know. The best book ever written is “Oh, The Places You’ll Go.” It shows life’s journey through a path of years. It shows life’s journey through heartache in tears. It does not lie that everything is sunny side up. It does not tell me I will always have a half full cup. Sometimes I don’t. And I won’t. And I can’t. Because it’s life. Sometimes I’ll have to endure pain, suffering, sorrow and strife. But the day is not over. The day is not done. Tomorrow is another one. Dr. Seuss encourages me to be the best I can, the very best me. I’ll make my own path. I’ll find my own way. Because like I said, today is a new day. I will strut my stuff and hold my head high. I can reach the stars not settle for the sky. I have a dream that one day I will succeed. I am made of the stuff to do it; I am a different breed. I will not be discouraged by days that get me low. I will keep on trucking to see these places I’ll go. So as he closes, he leaves me with this, a simple encouragement, a friendly kiss. He says, “so be sure when you step, Step with care and great tact. And remember that life’s a Great Balancing Act. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed).” I will move mountains.
Theodore Seuss Geisel is the name, and working his words while teaching values are his game. He is more than a guy who plays tricks with his pen. He was and is a revolutionist now and then. He believed in a day when the sun always shine. He believed in you, for you will always rise. He is proud of me for reaching beyond the skies. So here I present Dr. Seuss, with rhymes a loose a goose, fame as big as a moose, words as breathtaking as a noose, lyric as sweet as juice. Here is a tribute to Dr. Seuss. With books so kind and a lyrical mind, never again will such wit intertwine. Or maybe it will. Never mind, farewell, for I have nothing left to say. Goodbye, sayonara, for we have another day. And on that other day there will mountains to climb and trees to grow. How to make it, I already know. For I have brains in my head and feet in my shoes. I can steer myself any direction I choose. I am on my own, and I know what I know. I am the one who will decide on the places I will go.