Thoughts are stir by the sight
of a familiar picture from the past
Layers of time saved in a drawing
by a young child… images that hold fast
Simple figures drawn with crayon
firmly standing on horizontal ground
A solid waxy orange sphere hovers…
glowing rays are earthward bound
Free from care… smiling faces beam
invigorated by the blue of unpolluted air
Tree leaves of emerald green swirl…
A timeless place that continues to share
The hand that guided this valued creativity
iIs now in charge of a future that is unknown
What lies beyond the multicolored rainbow…
Now that you have grown…
7/9/08
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-crayon-drawing/
