no profile picture user. Post · sakanats · Digital PDF eb at Digital PDF eb. DOWNLOAD FULL BOOKS, INTO AVAILABLE FORMAT. And the boy loved the tree Very much.. And the tree was happy. But time went by, And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy. The Giving Tree. By Shel Silverstein. Narrators , Boy, Tree. Narrator 1: Once there was a tree Narrator 2: And she loved a little boy. Narrator 3: And.

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a poetry unit, we will introduce the short story of The Giving Tree. Generally, we will . from Procedures. Once there was a tree. and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king . Once there was a tree and a little boy. The tree loved the boy very much. Everyday the boy played under the tree. He picked up flowers and made them into a.

Laarnie Lumanog - I heard this poem when I was a teenager in our home church and it made me cry. Lissa Osmer - It makes me reflect on my life as a mom I adore my children and now my grandchildren Fera - The tree gave everything so get almost nothing in return I wonder if that's what happens to parents who give everything to their kids on Apr 15 Charcoal Diamond - Nicole, I so agree with you!

I know it has been a while since you have made this comment - like, two years - but I agree with you! Dana Stelting - There is a missing line, the line where the boy asks the tree to give him some money.

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AWalker - The line is there. The tree told him to pick her apples and sell them to get money. Re-read rather than slamming. Not nice. Dana Stelting - It was not there 3 months ago.

Certainly enough time for the poster to edit and add it. I compared several versions of this poem for a college project. I find that the slam is on your end, not mine. I-Like-Rhymes - We do our best with what we have. In order to ensure the correct version is placed here could you please cite your reference as to where the missing line s occur in the the poem and which publication you saw it in.

Name date etc. It is well known that some authors change their work over time. Adding, deleting or re-arranging is quite common when new editions are published so we have to be careful.

Thanks for alerting us to the potential error. Jim on May 03 Reflectionshadow - We can learn that we should appreciate nature, because we both get old together. Out of inconsistency of love. Not where to go or money or marriage because that can't give you any true happiness.

Such a sad tale with a great message.

I've learned it is VERY hard to live like the tree at times, but it makes for a very comfy conscious at night, especially when you really give yourself to someone and they take it and sail away, it does hurt, but at least I know i'll have no regrets in the end. I believe that at the end of the poem the tree was filled happiness, which is how I would like to go, and the boy was filled with regrets, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night with that on my conscious. This poem is not about the boy at all, but about happiness and selflessness.

It investigates happiness between giver and receiver, and how fleeting happiness can be for both. Giving and receiving can be multiplied endlessly. Every one of us is both the boy and the tree.

Everyone wants to give to someone - a child, a lover, even the ego - endlessly, but the receiver might not respond as we want.

The receiver is also unsettled, unhappy, unsure. The Boy is not selfish.

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

The boy is merely seeking. And the tree, in its own way, is seeking too. The tree wants to stop the passage of time and hold on to world as it exists only in memory.

This is the nature of human desire, as well as human love.

Love can distort, and make us unhappy. And yet it can't be denied that the beauty expressed in the poem's depiction of selflessness is so powerful, it exemplifies the most absolutely beautiful things about life. Are we meant to be unhappy? What a sad thought I-Like-Rhymes - Thank you for opening my eyes to what is now so obvious. My earlier comment seems so silly now. I feel you have nailed the true meaning of this poem.

Jim on Mar 28 This is what we are doing to our environment. We are living so unbelievably out of whack with nature.

We are raping the planet of her resources, we know we're doing this and yet we continue at the whims of our elected officials. We a living out this allegory right now. With this final stage of giving, "the Tree was happy". Reception[ edit ] Interest in the book increased by word of mouth ; for example, in churches "it was hailed as a parable on the joys of giving.

Such statements should be clarified or removed. April Religious interpretation[ edit ] Ursula Nordstrom attributed the book's success partially to "Protestant ministers and Sunday-school teachers", who believed that the tree represents "the Christian ideal of unconditional love. The book has been used to teach children environmental ethics.

As such, the book teaches children "as your life becomes polluted with the trappings of the modern world — as you 'grow up' — your relationships tend to suffer if you let them fall to the wayside. Kass wrote about the story that "it is wise and it is true about giving and about motherhood," and her husband Leon R.

Kass encourages people to read the book because the tree "is an emblem of the sacred memory of our own mother's love. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy, and she said: Can you give me a house?

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The forest is my house. Then you will be happy" And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build a house. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. Can you give me a boat? And the tree was happy But not really.

And after a long time the boy came back again.

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I am just an old stump.He would climb up her trunk And swing from her branches And when he was tired. Every one of us is both the boy and the tree. And the boy loved the tree. And the tree was happy.

And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. Then you will be happy.

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