Alfred Ramos

Rookie (3-2-1945 / California)

God’s Crayolas - Poem by Alfred Ramos

On the first day he took out the blue crayon
And painted the sky
Very pleasing to the eye

With the white crayon he rubbed in fluffy clouds
Then with the mixture of blue and green
He filled the oceans and the seas
Who was he trying to please?

He left the blue and grabbed the brown
And dabbed in the earth
Along with the yellow and green
He filled in plants and flowers and trees
Now he had us to please

He grabbed all the colors
And threw them in a melting pot
Some came out black, some brown, some red, some yellow
And on the edges a residue of white poured out

The stirring was interrupted
As he was distracted by a rumble
Clouds turned dark and grey
Flashes of gold were seen in the distance

But in an instant
The stirring stick lashed out
And a rainbow appeared
Arching across a new blue sky

A smile crossed his face
Somewhat satisfied
But not yet done
In the background he knew he needed more

A golden lion, eyeing a black magpie
A silver eagle soaring high
A yellow finch perched on a grey elephant
A green lizard slithered through purple pansies
Over ripe oranges fell to the ground
Nearly smashing down on red ants

A bronze beauty bathed
In a crystal clear aquamarine lagoon
From his pearly whites he flashed a grin
Knowing he was far from finished
Yet he knew he had used his crayolas well
He had 6 more days to complete his tapestry


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010



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