Melting Box Of Crayons
The colors explode as the sun lights up my day.
All is beautiful and bright
The wheat bends gently in the wind
As the colors continue to change until the night.
After I was busy drawing fields of wheat
I left my crayons in the sun all day.
A stone fence went around the fields
And mountains in the distance meet.
Yellow, orange, green, red, purple, blue and gold.
With all the colors melted it looked much like a Van Gogh
My drawing that I left outside turned out so beautifully
A melting box of crayons can be wonderful you see.
Writings From Wonderland; by Bekkie
This is my poem for Magpie Tales 72 given the image “Wheat Field With Rising Sun”, Van Gogh, 1889.