The Crayon Box that Talks
by Natalie Holbrook
by Natalie Holbrook
I find my
box of Crayons
Where
last I put it by,
And
breathe what lovely
colors!
And this
is the reply:
I
don’t like Red, says Scarlet.
No
Color ever has!
And
certainly not Orange,
Says
blushing Razzmatazz.
And Fern
is green with envy
While
Shocking Pink just squawks
That
Granny Smith and Orchid
Should
not be in the Box!
Now Navy
Blue salutes me
And says, the thing is, Ma’am,
We’re
all in this together - but
The
handsomest, I am!
We are
a Box of Colors
That
do not get along,
Sighs
Purple Heart so sadly.
I
wonder what is wrong.
I close
my box of Crayons
And take
it up with me
And lay
out all the Colors
Where
every one can see.
They
watch me as I color
With Red
and Blue and Green...
And Black
and White (and Orange)
And
Colors in between.
They
watch Brick Red make houses
And
Cornflower be the sky;
Unmellow
Yellow for the sun,
With
White clouds lazing by.
They
watch the Colors merging,
Becoming
all brand new.
I pick
and choose my Colors –
They
watch ‘til I am through.
And is my
picture perfect?
I add a
bit more Brown,
Then
breathe what lovely
colors!
And lay
my Crayons down.
And now
that I am finished
I put
them all away;
And as I
turn, the Crayon Box
Has
something more to say…
I do
like Red, says Scarlet!
And Fern
says, Orchid, stay!
And Navy
Blue takes off his cap
And bows
to stately Gray.
And
Purple Heart tries proudly
To hold
back with a blink
Large
tears, while (loudly) Granny Smith
Embraces
Shocking Pink.
Says
Razzmatazz to Orange,
Who turns
the other cheek –
You’re
simply gorgeous, darling;
So
mod! So urban-chic!
Si
élégant mon ami…
So
lovely, so distinct -
And
Orange kept her ears peeled,
While
Purple Heart just blinked.
I’ve
learned a lot from Colors –
Some
sharp, some blunt – all good
Who’ve
stood together in their Box
Since my
childhood.
The thing
that makes us happy,
That
keeps me quite amused,
Is that they’re picture-perfect
When they all get used!
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