THE ORANGE POEM

In my "Purple" Post, "Yaya" made a comment and challenged me.

This is my response:

Orange is the color of the setting sun

We watch it in the light

We like the way it slowly falls

Into the dark of night.

Orange Marigolds line the garden walks

They cheer up our dreary day

They last so long and seem to glow

We wish that they could stay.

Fire flickers flames of Orange

Its embers glow the same

Never knowing that the joy it gives

Will ever more remain.

Some cats are Orange and lazy

As they sprawl and sit

The Orange goldfish just swim away

And they don’t care one bit.

Pumpkins lay out in the field

Ripe and Orange and bright

Waiting to be chosen for

One very special night.

Out of all the Orange things in the world

The one we like the best

Is Yaya’s hair and she thinks

Orange is better than the rest.

And since we all love Yaya

For her this Orange poem is penned

It’s all yours to sit and read

Over and over again.