A Little Star
I painted my star red
I painted my star cream
I painted my star yellow
Then gave my brush a clean
I painted my star black
I painted my star blue
I painted my star purple
And covered it with glue
I painted my star pink
I painted my star green
Mum says it’s the best brown star
That she has ever seen
I painted my star cream
I painted my star yellow
Then gave my brush a clean
I painted my star black
I painted my star blue
I painted my star purple
And covered it with glue
I painted my star pink
I painted my star green
Mum says it’s the best brown star
That she has ever seen
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 8:16 PM
8 Comments:
Sometimes, colors are difficult to chose but gave it the color of your life or the color of your heart. And you will see the color of your life.
Carba isn't it lucky we don't have to choose colours for the world for we would have surely painted it black
You said it right. The world is black. Our world is black. But we can choose the color of our life!
What a sweet little poem. And I love carbanions comment on it. I agree.
Sounds like a rainbow caught in the mud.
Very Nice...
lovelyyyy
He he he. It reminds me of playing with Plasticine when I was little. I was so sad when all the colours got mixed up and it ended up mud-coloured.
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