{"id":2254,"date":"2014-01-09T21:58:00","date_gmt":"2014-01-10T03:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2014\/01\/09\/a-long-time-ago\/"},"modified":"2022-07-05T14:35:14","modified_gmt":"2022-07-05T12:35:14","slug":"a-long-time-ago","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2014\/01\/09\/a-long-time-ago\/","title":{"rendered":"A LONG TIME AGO"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I was a kid, we often went on road trips. I suspect this was because, as a military family, we never lived in the same state as our grandparents or other relatives and had to travel to see them, which we did a lot. We drove to Michigan to visit my mom&#8217;s parents and see all our cousins and aunts and uncles and we drove to Chicago to see my dad&#8217;s mother.<\/p>\n<p>There were three of us kids in the back seat of the station wagon&#8230; the big boat of a brown station wagon with wood side panels. Often we were lying down in the very BACK of the station wagon, reading or playing. Sometimes my sister and I would use each other as pillows. One of us would lie down with our head in the other&#8217;s lap and then the other would drape themselves over top. Surprisingly comfortable! <\/p>\n<p>But what I most remember about road trips is singing along to the music my dad was playing. WAY back when, it was 8-tracks. Chunky plastic bricks, usually white with a label on the front. My dad loved folk music and we listened to a lot of it. I can still sing most of the words to everything Peter, Paul &#038; Mary ever recorded. We listened to John Denver and Anne Murray and The Limelighters and The Kingston Trio. And one of our favorites was The Irish Rovers. Because of <i>The Unicorn<\/i> song.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t know, for years and years, that <i>The Unicorn<\/i> song was actually a POEM, written by Shel Silverstein, who somehow escaped my frenzied childhood reading of everything I could get my hands on, except for <i>The Giving Tree<\/i>, which I have rather mixed feelings about and which may be why I missed him, how I missed <i>Where The Sidewalk Ends<\/i>. Did you know he wrote <a href=\"http:\/\/faculty.weber.edu\/chansen\/humanweb\/projects\/MeghanUng\/theboacontrictor.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Boa Constrictor<\/a>? So even though I don&#8217;t remember actually reading any of his books as a kid, I still KNEW his stuff! Everyone knew his stuff.<\/p>\n<p>Just singing along in my head about green alligators and long-necked geese throws me right back into that headspace. And it&#8217;s a good place. Though I have to admit I like &#8220;humpty-backed camels&#8221; better than &#8220;humpy bumpy&#8221; ones.<\/p>\n<p><b>The Unicorn<\/b><\/p>\n<p>by Shel Silverstein<br \/>\nfrom the book &#8220;<i>Where the Sidewalk Ends<\/i>&#8221; (1974)<\/p>\n<p>A long time ago, when the earth was green<br \/>\nand there was more kinds of animals than you&#8217;ve ever seen,<br \/>\nand they run around free while the world was bein&#8217; born,<br \/>\nand the loveliest of all was the Unicorn.<\/p>\n<p>There was green alligators and long-neck geese.<br \/>\nThere was humpy bumpy camels and chimpanzees.<br \/>\nThere was catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you&#8217;re born<br \/>\nthe loveliest of all was the Unicorn.<\/p>\n<p>But the Lord seen some sinnin&#8217;, and it caused him pain.<br \/>\nHe says, &#8220;Stand back, I&#8217;m gonna make it rain.&#8221;<br \/>\nHe says, &#8220;Hey Brother Noah, I&#8217;ll tell ya whatcha do.<br \/>\nGo and build me a floatin&#8217; zoo.<\/p>\n<p>And you take two alligators and a couple of geese,<br \/>\ntwo humpy bumpy camels and two chimpanzees.<br \/>\nTake two catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you&#8217;re born,<br \/>\nNoah, don&#8217;t you forget my Unicorn.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Now Noah was there, he answered the callin&#8217;<br \/>\nand he finished up the ark just as the rain was fallin&#8217;.<br \/>\nHe marched in the animals two by two,<br \/>\nand he called out as they went through,<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hey Lord, I got your two alligators and your couple of geese,<br \/>\nyour humpy bumpy camels and your chimpanzees.<br \/>\nGot your catsandratsandelephants &#8211; but Lord, I&#8217;m so forlorn<br \/>\n&#8217;cause I just don&#8217;t see no Unicorn.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ol&#8217; Noah looked out through the drivin&#8217; rain<br \/>\nbut the Unicorns were hidin&#8217;, playin&#8217; silly games.<br \/>\nThey were kickin&#8217; and splashin&#8217; in the misty morn,<br \/>\noh them silly Unicorn.<\/p>\n<p>The the goat started goatin&#8217;, and the snake started snakin&#8217;,<br \/>\nthe elephant started elephantin&#8217;, and the boat started shaking&#8217;.<br \/>\nThe mouse started squeakin&#8217;, and the lion started roarin&#8217;,<br \/>\nand everyone&#8217;s aboard but the Unicorn.<\/p>\n<p>I mean the green alligators and the long-neck geese,<br \/>\nthe humpy bumpy camels and the chimpanzees.<br \/>\nNoah cried, &#8220;Close the door &#8217;cause the rain is pourin&#8217; &#8211;<br \/>\nand we just can&#8217;t wait for them Unicorn.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then the ark started movin&#8217;, and it drifted with the tide,<br \/>\nand the Unicorns looked up from the rock and cried.<br \/>\nAnd the water come up and sort of floated them away &#8211;<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s why you&#8217;ve never seen a Unicorn to this day. <\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;ll see a lot of alligators and a whole mess of geese.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ll see humpy bumpy camels and lots of chimpanzees.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ll see catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you&#8217;re born<br \/>\nyou&#8217;re never gonna see no Unicorn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was a kid, we often went on road trips. I suspect this was because, as a military family, we never lived in the same state as our grandparents or other relatives and had to travel to see them, which we did a lot. We drove to Michigan to visit my mom&#8217;s parents and see all our cousins and aunts and uncles and we drove to Chicago to see my dad&#8217;s mother. There were three of us kids in the back seat of the station wagon&#8230; the big boat of a brown station wagon with wood side panels. Often&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[28,16],"class_list":["post-2254","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-poetrythursday","tag-thewaywewere"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2254","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2254"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2254\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3999,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2254\/revisions\/3999"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2254"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2254"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2254"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}