THE PURPLE CRAYON
I have a purple crayon and
I rise to lend a hand,
To help the springtime season 'cause
This place is much too bland.
Upon the ground which frozen lies
In winter's cold embrace,
I ply the gift of purple to
These things with love and grace...
I color every mound of white
In lilac purple hues,
And sprinkle dead-brown grasses with
A purple...light as blue!
Then from the box of crayons which
I place upon the shelf,
I take some soft-mauve kisses
And I color up myself!
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Written for Renee's Color Me challenge
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By Sharon Peeples
© 2008 Sharon Peeples
(All rights reserved)
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