Confused and Colorblinded

I come up from down the mountain Where the sky is always green And the trees are a showy pink Up toward the valley down there. Often I seldom wonder how Cat fishes can fly so high While the birds swim gayly past Going up river while I raft down. I come up from the mountain In the flatlands of Appalachia Where cattle swim in birdbaths We toss cowpies like frisbees. The grass is purple in the field The roots of the oaks grow high So we pick our acorns off the ground And spend our summer swatting flies. written July 11, 2021 for "Word Play Poems" Poetry Contest sponsored by John Anderson