The Artist

    “The Artist,” Friend, Mar. 1985, 28–29

    The Artist

    My paper on the easel,

    My crayons on the tray,

    I sketched a hungry weasel

    And colored it in gray.

    I also drew a turtle,

    And then I drew a queen.

    I made the turtle purple;

    The queen I colored green.

    I painted with impatience

    The neighbor’s flower bed,

    With daisies and carnations

    In colors blue and red.

    I drew the kitchen fixtures,

    The cabinets, the sink,

    And made terrific pictures

    When coloring them pink.

    And then I sketched the fellow

    Who just arrived in town.

    I made the fellow yellow;

    The town was black and brown.

    I drew a bowl of porridge

    And then a smiling moon.

    I made the porridge orange

    And made the moon maroon.

    I watched the sparrows caper.

    I watched them as they flew,

    And drew them on my paper

    In beige against the blue.

    Beginnings are the hardest,

    But I have no complaint.

    I’ll be a famous artist

    As soon as I can paint.

    Illustrated by Julie F. Young