A Box of Crayons
  ... is January's special poetry selection.
This poem shows how we all fit together. 

  While walking in a toy store 
the day before today, 
I overheard a crayon box 
with many things to say. 

"I don't like red!" said yellow. 
And green said, "Nor do I!" 
And no one here likes orange, 
but no one knows quite why." 

"We are a box of crayons 
that really doesn't get along," 
said blue to all the others 
"something here is wrong!" 

Well, I bought that box of crayons 
and took it home with me 
and laid out all the crayons 
so the crayons could all see. 

They watched me as I colored 
with red and blue and green 
and black and white and orange 
and every color in between. 

They watched as green
became the grass 
and blue became the sky. 
The yellow sun was shining bright 
on white clouds drifting by. 

Colors changing as they touched, 
becoming something new. 
They watched me as I colored. 
They watched till I was through. 

And when I'd finally finished, 
I began to walk away. 
And as I did the crayon box 
had something more to say... 

"I do like red!" said the yellow 
and green said, "So do I!" 
"And blue you are terrific 
so high up in the sky." 

"We are a box of crayons 
each of us unique, 
but when we get together 
the picture is complete." 

NOW IF WE COULD JUST LEARN
FROM THIS BOX OF CRAYONS
THIS WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE.

by Shane DeRolf