Poetry: It Runs in the Family

by nicolecallihan

This is my little brother, Tommy:
And this is his poem:
Red is a watermelon
I’m getting ready to eat.
Red is the color
that flows through my feet.
Red is the apple
that is starting to ripe.
The U.S. flag has many a red stripe.
Cinnamon candy, Christmas bows,
Tomatoes are red, everyone knows.
But did you think of red cars,
red fish or the planet Mars?
Did you think of red dresses made of silk?
How about a cold glass of strawberry milk?
Did you think of red birds
flying high in the sky?
And if not…why?
Cherries are red,
flowers are too.
I don’t know if you like red,
but I know I do!