All of my life, I've been waiting for you.
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My first box of crayons, they were so few.
Of all the power I held in my hand,
You were the colours of my promised land.
Remember how dawn peeked over the trees?
How Rhode Island Red carried on the breeze?
You saw how fast pa milked the Holstein cows.
After breakfast,I slopped the Durock sows.
Slipped a feedbag o'er the Black Jack's muzzle,
Calico cat jumped on me to nuzzle.
Our bluetick hound chased after the turkey.
I caught the fish that made our pond murky.
I mowed the yard underneath barefoot toes.
Pa moved the outhouse,the stench stung my nose.
Ma took in laundry for a little cash,
Hung it out to dry on the clothesline sash.
Pa brought the hay in before a big rain,
I watched the lightning through my windowpane.
We went coonhunting on the darkest night,
Pa lit the carbide lamp, which made it bright.
You would think that nothing could change those times,
But we all failed to see the warning signs.
Some years later, after selling the farm,
We moved to town, old colours lost their charm.
My mind is fleeting as memories fade,
The pictures were drawn on canvas I made.
What magic stick could assuage my sorrow?
Would Crayola send me one tomorrow?