Confined by concrete walls;
there’s a price that I must pay,
and I can only pray for color
in this world of glass and grey.
Color me up a cluster of stars
polka-dotted on a purple plane.
Color me up a mountaintop
gently drizzled by the rain.
Color me up a white picket fence
and a weeping willow tree.
Color me up a peaceful place
where I can wander free.
Color me up a September sunset
framed by my windowsill.
Color me up a crystal stream
flowing by an old wood mill.
Color me up a painted horse
as gentle as she can be.
Color me up a peaceful place
where I can wander free.
Color me up an autumn moon
shining atop swaying branches.
Color me up a quiet town that is
filled with second chances.
Color me up an old dirt road;
that’s where I want to be.
Color me up a peaceful place
where I can wander free.
As I dwell upon the gifts of God;
those chiseled by His own knife,
everything that matters most
brought color to my life.
JA Perkins
As it pertains..
Written from a two-man cell
Wild goats invade Welsh seaside town during lockdown.
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