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Posted by: Mike Chisholm (---.gpnet.dnd.ca)
Date: May 21, 2003 12:49PM

I need some help locating a poem I heard in Junior High School 30 years ago. I dont have the title, author nor first line so a seach engine is pretty useless. It was written by a high school student who committed suicide shortly after writing it. The the poem told of a child just starting kindergarden who was a free spirit preferring to colour outside the lines and not conform to the institutional norms of proper artistic expression. My memory is pretty vague but it ends with the system winning out and the child becoming just another cookie cutter product of the education system. Sorry I don't have any more than that to offer, but any help would be appreciated.


Re: Poem Search
Posted by: Marian-NYC (---.nyc1.dsl.speakeasy.net)
Date: May 21, 2003 01:01PM


It sounds a bit like THE WALL by Pink Floyd, but you'd remember if that was it.

Never mind the first line. Can you remember ANY lines or phrases? Was the phrase "cookie cutter" in the poem, for example?


Re: Poem Search
Posted by: Jack (---.southg01.mi.comcast.net)
Date: May 21, 2003 06:14PM

Mike-

Harry Chapin had a song out in the eary '70s called 'Flowers are Red'

It's about a free-spirited little boy who likes to color as you say. His teacher informs him:

'Flowers are red, young man
and green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
than the way they always have been seen'

To which the boy responds:
'There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flowers
and I paint every one'

She evenually breaks him down.



Jack


Re: Poem Search
Posted by: Pam Adams (---)
Date: May 21, 2003 07:36PM

Almost as sad as 'Cats in the Cradle.'

This man definitely could have used Prozac.

pam


Re: Poem Search
Posted by: ilza (200.162.247.---)
Date: May 22, 2003 02:18AM

after Jack ...
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Flowers are Red
by Harry Chapin

The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said... It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one
And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me.....

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

The teacher put him in a corner
She said.. It's for your own good..
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And all responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one

But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.


Re: Poem Search
Posted by: Jack (---.eapplied.com)
Date: May 22, 2003 05:07AM

ilza-

Thank you.
I haven't heard this song in decades. The lyrics were getting dim.


Oh... sorry I put you in the Netherlands. Not that there's anything wrong with that.


Jack


Re: Poem Search
Posted by: Marian-NYC (---.nyc1.dsl.speakeasy.net)
Date: May 22, 2003 11:01AM


It happens. Yesterday (off forum) I "put" Marian2 in Australia. But she hated being thousands of miles from her husband, so I put her back in England.


Re: Poem Search
Posted by: Jack (---.eapplied.com)
Date: May 22, 2003 11:24AM

Marian-NYC

You can 'put' me in Australia anytime!



Jack


Re: Poem Search
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.MCLNVA23.covad.net)
Date: May 22, 2003 01:42PM


Jack, your post reminded me of this similar theme:


From The Squanicook Ecologues

More than novelty crooked its finger - silent, austere,
Deeper than trees beating their winds or the purblind stare
Of a black snake circumscribing a sapling's writs.
Father carefully penciled facts, describing rust,
Habitat, genus, disease, but his meticulous chart
Of change didn't teach me to name the woods' mysterious heart.
'Father, I'm frightened. Why are things to beautiful and sad?'
My voice had dusted moss, like snow, without a sound.
Stern and tall, he cupped his chin. As if in pain
He paused, then reached into his pocket for a pen.
"Don't ever make things up. Write only what you see.
Name the woods and you'll have named the world," he said.
He tore some pages off and handed me his pad.
I heard the current crimp, mimetic on the pond,
And larch or beech or birds murmuring over me. The task
Was how to write 'birch' when I saw the crumbling, pale tusk
Of a fallen mastodon bridging the path, or 'ash', when the air
Was frenzied with the head of a neighbor's rain-black mare.
Sycamore waved at me like drowned Ophelia's hair.
-- Nekussa Greeb




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