When I was young,
I loved my crayons:
first the boxes of five,
bright primary colors.
Later the jumbo boxes
opening me up
to the wonderful
world of color:
pinks and yellows,
the colors of pretty dresses,
greens and yellow-greens,
the colors of grass and plants.
Now when I see a hillside
covered with wildflowers,
I think of the crayons
which invaded my youthful soul
with the captivating colors
of life.
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