Color

 

Summer Green

The seasonal palm grows freely

The bright yellow green leaves house the abundant life the the landscape

The sun shines down brightly on the tropical seaside palms and newly harvested plantains

Newly cut grass in the park that gives the scent of the freshest summer field

In the distant mountain of New Aspen, the lively bright colors of the coast fade into oak and pine

At the lake, with lily pads and cat's tails, there is an essence of spring willow

And here I sit, with my lemonade with misted pale mint, and watch the bright summer colors of nature.



Behind the Red Door

Behind the vibrant red door, lives a British family, newly arrived from London. The father, Walter Reginald Thomas Stuckup III is a businessman whose company opened a new office in America. He was asked to head up the office by his boss, Chester P. Poopode. Walter's wive, Matilda, is a lonely alcoholic who refuses to get a job and spends her day drinking and sleeping. Their son, George, is a homely cricket player who has a hard time making friends and often has violent panic attacks when scared. Their daughter, Lucy, is a spoiled brat who likes to bash her head into windows when she doesn't get her way. Arthur, their dog, is a St. Bernard with worms who often scoots his butt on the white carpet. The family is close to self-destruction and they often fight eachother in the dining room. Aside from fighting, you can find the family doing their favorite hobbies, including drinking tea, bowing to a cardboard cut out of the queen, and going several weeks without brushing their teeth.


Dreaming in Color

Overall, I would say the world has changed for the better from fifty years ago, but at the same time, I likely don't have the same view as someone who sees the other side. Today, it seems like blacks and whites can walk down the street, and no one thinks anything of it. It could be that no one really thinks much about it, or that some people just don't say anything. As much as I'd like to think racism is gone, I know it still exists to an extent everywhere. I would hope that by the time I'm my grandparent's age, it's not still seen as an issue.