I found this poem my son wrote when he was 11 years old. I called him and asked if he remembered writing it, he said no. LOL

It made me smile. I hope you enjoy it too.

Blue Sky

I don’t suppose you happen to know why the sky is blue. It’s because the snow takes out the white that leaves it clean for the trees, and grass to take out the green. Then pears and bananas start to mellow, and bit by bit they take out the yellow.

The sunsets of course take out the red, and pour it into the ocean bed; or behind the mountains in the west. You take all that out and the rest couldn’t be anything else but blue. Look for yourself.

You can see it’s true.

Written by my son

S. Jackson

10-17-85

3:34 PM

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