Was reading bedtime stories to our little, vegan, baby boy tonight when I came across this veganesque poem in “Where the Sidewalk Ends.” I’ve probably read this book a hundred times over the years but this time “Point of View” has so much more meaning.
Perfect for this time of the year and something you’ll want to share.
Point of View, by Shel Silverstein
Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and thankless
Christmas dinner’s dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey’s point of view.
Sunday dinner isn’t sunny
Easter feasts are just bad luck
When you see it from the viewpoint
Of a chicken or a duck.
Oh how I once loved tuna salad
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
‘Til I stopped and looked at dinner
From the dinner’s point of view.