A Box of CrayonsA Poem by Cassie Meno
One of the many lessons that we can learn from children...
A box of crayons lay on the floor
The colors strewn about.
A little boy of four or five
Lay on the floor beneath the couch.
A paper lay beneath his hands
The colors looked all wrong.
A purple tree, orange blades of grass,
All shades that don’t belong.
Cotton candy clouds of pink
Dripped drops of sea-green rain
And stick figures sharing no color
Showed not a single sign of pain.
And despite the pure absurdity
I must admit what’s true.
The oddly yellow tinge of sky
Looked much better than pure blue.
Never had I seen such pride;
This boy had taken care.
Because kids are blind to color
Whether it be skin or hair.
If I could live in a perfect world
All shades would be the same.
But where would be the fun in that?
It would ruin the whole game.
So instead perhaps we’d do best to learn
The way of a child’s mind
Where a man could glow florescent green
And still be treated kind.
© 2011 Cassie Meno
AboutHey, everyone, my name is Cassie Meno. I'm eighteen and I've been writing pretty much since before I could spell. I prefer longer pieces--novels and novellas mainly. I have a hard time getting a poin.. more..