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
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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