:Note to Reader: This I pulled out of my files from my younger days, or rather circa 5th grade.
Orange is the leaves falling falling
pumpkins face calling calling,
Orange is the alley cat
talking everything chit chat;
Orange is the joyous type
Orange is the fruit just ripe,
Orange sherbet on a hot day
cooling down from the rough hot play;
Orange is the day begun
Orange is the day all done.
I enjoyed your poem.
ReplyDeleteIt is a good poem.
Orange is a pretty color.
I'm sticking with blue and yellow.