About the Poem
My friend and I were exchanging topics for poems; I was abruptly asked to produce one on the topic of "picnic- cooler colors. " It seemed a particularly unpoetic subject. Whether I rose properly to the challenge, you must judge.
Picnic-Cooler Colors |
| by Ted Reynolds |
| In spring, green. I reach among the close- packed leaves and pluck the fruit. The juice trickles sweetly down my throat. In summer, blue. I smoothly dart a fish from the running river current. It has been kept fresh all year for our supper. In autumn, orange. I scoop handfuls of cool sticky stuff full of seeds. Jack- o'lantern and pumpkin pie! In winter, white. I lift a handful of cold new snow to my thirsty lips. My tongue gratefully licks it up. (My picnic coolers and their colors make me happy.) |
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