When first the world
Came into view
The sky was always
A beautiful blue
Then God added a sun
Some stars and the moon
But how could they all
Share such little room
So God made a plan
To let them rotate
The sun would come first
The moon would come late
The stars in their glory
Would share the night sky
Since all knew the moon
Was a sharing kind of guy
Now the sky was still blue
The night was pitch black
But the color between those
A name it did lack
What could you call
Such a brilliant hue?
No small simple name
Could possibly due.
So the angels did debate
Should it be long
Or should it be short
Or as long as a song?
Finally one small angel
Barely more than a child
Said this name shouldn't
Be in the other name's pile
It should never sound
Like any other name
Never should it be said
That it sounded the same
Unable to rhyme
It shouldn't belong
So no one could diminish it
In word or in song
So squinting her eyes
And taking a breath
She let out a sound
None would forget
Purple
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Written August 29th, 2006
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This was a delightful piece of work. I loved the story sing song rhythm and the astonishing description of the color purple. What a fresh, original way to write about it. I loved this and hey... thanks for commenting on my piece even though it wasn't what you expected ...
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Wonsderful
A beautiful poem (and about purple too *S*). You always did know how to write well. Good luck in the contest! -
very nice write that you had penned here good luck in the contest
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Excellent job with this. Thank you for entering.
Sam
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Oh this is a delightful piece on the color purple! It flowed along nicely with a jinlge and good rhyme.
Best wishes,
Frog
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