The Unit On Language Skills Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to Valerie

I'm ruled paper cray pas as thick as old
paste-with-a-brush I love so much the
ice cream drawing paper flushed with

vanilla suns the luxury of rose red crayons
let's make everything the colour we want to
maybe God said to his angels on a certain

day leaving the green of trees alone awhile
the blue of skies oh let's go paint the flowers
all of them! the flower girl scattering sunset clouds...

I am the many hued the honey scented stars
the winding infinite clear as clear can be invisibly
said the child at her desk in a thousand languages

while the teachers thought
her mind was wandering

mary angela douglas 15 october 2014