"I will make it the color of the world,"
I thought, so I painted blue and green,
yellow and red and purple and white
And cut all the square corners
into sixty degree angles--thirty here
and thirty there--like a large bee
Where the stump of the orange tree
could surround itself with pots of flowers
in all the colors of the world
When a little brown boy
in all the colors of the world
called it his tree house
So now the flowers will have to wait
their turn to make the world bright
The flowers will have to wait
One of your best...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful tree house, beautiful prose. Brightens a child and an old ballplayers heart. Thanks
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