You Were the Color Of MAG

August 26, 2008
By Nadia Gathers, Buffalo, NY

You were the color of
Autumn and bronze, the rust on your mailbox,
The wind, the grass beneath my feet,
Cornfield yellow and the summer of 1987,
The dings and dents of learning how to drive,
Ears with freckles from the sun
Grapevines, halter tops I got for my birthday
Staying home, watching movies on pay-per-view,
Your dog tags glittering black and silver stars,
Your “good morning” kisses and four-leaf clovers.

You were the color of
The American flag, without the fancy stitching,
Without the glitz and the Hollywood drama.

You were the color of honor.

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This article has 7 comments.

Mr. Happy said...
on Feb. 13 2009 at 4:14 pm

on Feb. 9 2009 at 10:33 am
i was skeptical in the beginning but near the end it all came together and i enjoyed it.

on Jan. 25 2009 at 10:05 pm
it was....interesting. i didn't get the point. people representing the american flag is cliche. I have heard it too many times. NO CLICHES PLEASE!!!!!!!

young said...
on Dec. 15 2008 at 3:28 pm
it was ok i think i could do better

on Dec. 3 2008 at 2:40 am
wow..... amazing! its really deep

on Nov. 17 2008 at 9:34 pm
Nice poem. I'm gangster, you must be too. (:%Pr

on Nov. 15 2008 at 1:30 am
I REALLI ENJOYED reading this poem because mi myself i am jus starting to write again and i jus like you word of choice. I really thought that i was some of those colors and everything.


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