Tied to the Arts

Last night Madison performed a poetry reading at her school's "Tied to the Arts" program. She wrote this poem entitled, White, and made a beautiful story board to illustrate it's meaning. I video taped her reading, but it didn't turn out good, so here is her original poem. We were really proud of her!

White
-Madison Whitten

White is purity,
The most innocent color.
White is honesty,
White is love.
White is the cloud in the sky above,
Flying high against a sky blue canvas.

White is the little sister of black,
And the mother of all colors,
And only exists when you turn on the light.
White is everywhere,
You just have to look for it.

When I say "white", what do you see?
Do you think of snow?
Or sugar?
Or salt?
There are a countless number of things,
Just pick one.

White rabbits for Easter,
Or a cold snowy day.
When your breath turns to frost,
When you go out to play.
Or sometimes you think of
A lone white crayon,
Anxious for someone to use her,
But alas, left there, never used in the box.

Thinking of white, there are
A million gazillion things you might see.
Everyone is different, from you,
To me.
Now that I've made my point,
Could you imagine
A world,
Without
White?