Red

I have inherited that nick name (Red) and it goes back as far as I can remember. I used to hate it. Now, I still don't really care for it, mainly because it's not original. I mean, I don't go around calling people that have black hair Black, or those with brown hair, Brown. There are much better things that you can call me :)

Anyway, I ran across this poem and saved it a while back as I didn't really have anything to go with it at the time. Now I do!

What Is Red?
~Author Unknown~

Red is a sunset
Blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
A spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.
Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
And the sounds of a band.
Red is hotness
You get inside
When you’re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red –
And when you’re angry
Red runs through your head.

Red is an Indian
A Valentine heart,
The trimmings on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick
Red is a shout
Red is a signal
That says, “Watch out!”
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Colour of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it –
But can you imagine
Living without it?

Just a little sneak peek on what I'm working on. I'm really starting to like red work!!