Tuesday, January 09, 2007

A Well Put Poem On Transplants

I am Green
By Unknown
I grew up in Blue Country
My Parents grew up in Yellow Country.
They tell me I am Yellow
And sometimes we go and visit Yellow Country.
When I am in Yellow Country
I go to school with the Yellow kids.
I dress like the Yellow kids
And I talk like the Yellow kids.
But when I am in Blue Country
I go to school with the Blue kids
I dress like the Blue kids
And I talk like the Blue kids
Sometimes when I am in Yellow Country
I really miss the Blue ways
I guess that the things I do and say,
Are really rather Bluish in color
In the same way, when I am in Blue Country
There are things I miss about Yellow Country
And I am sure the things I do and say
Appear rather Yellowish in color.
All this changing around is so confusing
Blue or Yellow? Who am I really?
I wonder if there is a place where I could just be me
Where the Blue and Yellow could both run free
Sometimes when I am flying
between the two places
I want to stay up there
in the middle of all the races
If only I could stop some place in between
If only I could just be GREEN!


Desiree said...

I want to say thanks again for letting stay at your place over Christmas! It was just wonderful! If you're ever down in Texas, we want to return the hospitality!!

Coeur d'Court said...

I'm so glad you enjoyed our house. I still wish I could've met you, Desiree! To think you stayed in our house and I don't even know you, just seems like something we need to change someday. :) We've never had a reason to come to Texas before but now we just might. :)

Blessings to you my friend!