I Am the Colour Red
I Am The Colour Red
I am the colour Red
A bright colour it is said,
The colour of the sunrise,
A warm and fire glow Red.
I would like to be a Green
For Green is so serene;
But as I have just said
I am the colour Red.
I would not want to be a Blue;
A cool and distant hue.
Perhaps I could be Gold,
No, Gold is very old.
I think I would like to be seen
As verdant evergreen.
Better than a Blue,
No, Blue would be taboo.
Maybe the colour Grey,
But maybe not today,
Perhaps Russet after all
The colour of the fall.
But that is a passing shade
Of which uncertainty is made,
Or I could be a Grey
On another day,
Better than a Blue
That would never do,
Rather be a Green,
Yes, I could be seen
As a Summer shade of Green.
But after all is said
I think I really am a Red.
13/09/17
For Contest 'Best Rhyming Poem, July - Sept 2017'
By John Hamilton
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2017
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