Poem: Paint a Portrait of Me

mb48-Paint1First paint a book, pages filled with endless hope Describing rides down an endless slope In thick, long strokes Paint the words of a song floating, flying In a way to stop all crying Then center a sunset giving new light And the clouds of color in their flight Draw the trees, softly calling Draw the leaves, gently falling. Paint me singing With nature’s voice ringing In the book, through the pages Song singing through the ages Once you’ve completed your masterpiece you can sign your name and get some eats.

— Brooke Mitchell, age 11 Carlsbad, California

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