Roses are Red



When I was growing up, I was taught that . . .

Trees are Green
Roses are Red
Sky is Blue
Barns are Red

 Clouds are White
Flowers are Yellow

 Violets are Blue

My crayon and marker drawings stayed true, until my parents enrolled me in a two week summer painting class. Our teacher (bless his heart) was very traditional and always said "like so" after every instruction. Apparently, I was the rebellious child and he saw it as his duty to curve my unruly artistic ways.

 "Barns are not green." He emphasized the last word as he studied my masterpiece. Our assignment had been to copy his painting. The rest of the class had done just that—and to them he gave praise. But as I was dutifully coping his painting, I decided that a red barn would blend in with the burnt umber treeline. And so, mine was green.

It was my first artistic rebellion, but it was most certainly not my last.
Trees are Whimsical
Roses are Elegent
Sky is my Backdrop

 Barns Protect

 Clouds speak Emotion

 Flowers bring Happiness
Violets show Comfort

 And lastly, in the line of art—rules are meant to be broken.

© 2008 by me



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