I see, the bright yoke <br />In the sky, <br />A spark, illuminates my eyes, <br />I am blinded with a yellow glow, <br />The color yellow, <br />I feel, how I have aged, <br />The stains that show our past, and <br />Reminds me, of how I passed, <br />The memory of yellows everywhere, <br />A sign of summertime, <br />The sweet smile of sunshine, <br />The color of light, <br />That glimmers and dazzles our sight, <br />I set eyes on the sandy deserts <br />Highlighted by Mother Nature, <br />Then, the memory of my life, <br />Sour like lemons <br />And spicy like peppers, <br />But also the sweetness of corn. <br />Albert C. Wong <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2008 Albert C. Wong<br /><br />Albert Wong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-11/
