IN PRAISE OF COLOUR

By joyce_warden

THE COLOUR YELLOW

Yellow was my colour
When I was only two;
Although my parents thought
I would look better dressed in blue.

I would grab at balloons,
Golden yellow like the sun,
I would snatch yellow balls,
Yes, snatch them and run.

The food put on my plate,
Was always much too green,
Oh! how I would have liked,
A dish of yellow ice cream.

I loved warm buttered toast,
And scrambled eggs were good,
But the thing I liked the most,
Was yellow custard with my pud.

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THE COLOUR YELLOW

By joyce_warden on Tue, 27 Jun 2006

Yellow was my colour When I was only two; Although my parents thought I would look better dressed in blue. I would grab at balloons, Golden yellow like the sun, I would snatch yellow balls, The food put on my plate, Was always much too green, Oh! how I would have liked A dish of yellow ice cream. I loved warm buttered toast, And scrambled eggs were good, But the thing I liked the most, Was yellow custard with my pud.
Children's
Poem
Certificate U

CHANGING TIMES

By joyce_warden on Fri, 08 Sep 2006

When the air is fragranced with spring freshness, And brown branches sprout new shiny green leaves, When every breeze brings hope of new life, And morning birdsong infiltrates the trees. Springs of joy flow through the heart.
Miscellaneous
Poem
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