Red
Red is the color that I write about
I don’t see it I feel it
Its powers I now tout
It excites me
Invites me
To wake up and come play
There’s too much excitement
Not to come start the day
It’s vibrant
It’s living
It has a power all its own
And the beauty of a tomato
From my backyard was grown
Copyright © Laurie Ginn | Year Posted 2009
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