Brown, brown, brown
is everything I see.
My coat is brown
and so is the ground,
the hills
and even this nude tree.
My stall in the barn is brown.
Every where I look around
is brown, brown, brown.
That brown paper bag
you use to carry your poetry,
fling out the words,
bring colors to me.
I had some weird dreams last night. I was playing all kinds of poetry games when this cow came to talk to me. What is your favorite animal? If that animal could speak to you, what would it say? Keep your imagination running. Get out on that poetry highway. Write that poem and have a jolly good time doing it. Enjoy.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteFor the brown cow, I share a view of bluebirds and cardinals at my winter birdfeeder.
Linda A.
Oh what a fun idea Linda. I have purple and gold finches at my birdfeeder. I can see a picture book developing. The cow who wanted to be a bird. Wasn't it DUMBO who wanted to fly? But there was a cow who could fly--the one who went over the moon. Tonight is supposed to be a clear star lit night, perfect for sighting that cow.
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