One Day We'll Go To Crayon City Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

one day we'll go to Crayon City
where the sun's always up there
in the right hand corner.

to a house outlined in Jumbo Red
with a green chimney.
pink puffs of smoke.

a roof of violet-blue.

who knows what's there inside? do you?
maybe it's always someone's birthday.
where we'll have cherry pies and no homework.

our mothers in flowered dresses
will widely smile.
and if we spill anything,

it will look like rainbows come-to-town
all over our Sunday best.
we'll never get in trouble

just for wishing.

oh! oh! look outside.
the orange paned windows.
it's already Christmas!

(of course, it is) wrapped

presents falling from the skies

wherever you turn! goody goody.
don't forget the ribbons!
leave the ground blank on the page:

that's where the snow is,

my new best friends advise.
and leave fluffy outlines scattering
throughout your turquoise coloured skies

not bearing down so hard

because you'll make it break in two
(the blue green crayon

they whispered far too loud
and got us all in trouble.)
then you'll have clouds...

mary angela douglas 8 may 2015; 16 march 2016