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 are 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.


Comments: 128
art is in the hand of the beholder, art comes in many forms words, crafts, photos you name it, love that little boy for he needs to be left alone to grow into a young man who see his own color & makes his own mark on life, shame - shame on that teacher.
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Wonderfully done. sadden me to think how much influence can dampen someone spirit.
God Bless
Great poem, Mark
GET OUT THOSE CRAYONS>>>>And draw outside the lines!!!
Thanks for a creative "wake up" call Mark :)
I say variety is what makes this a better world.
says ain't right! Terrible how a teacher can
warp a childs mind like that! Great read! I
loved it Mark! Thank you.
Just Me
Barbie
The teacher yelled at me in front of the whole class, convincing me I had no artistic talent. Then I decided to give it a try anyway. I've won plenty of awards since then. I forgive her, too, although I'll bet her soul is as conventional as ever.
A nun in a flowing black habit,clinking rosary belt ,ubiquitous scowl and a metal ruler that she would smack into her open palm impatiently like a beat cop with a night stick when you didn't give her the right answer,HER answer. She didn't spare that ruler ,believe me! To this day, I can accurately measure fabric with my right butt cheek,such a great impression she created! In more ways than one. Nice lady! Finally a group of maverick third graders waited for the opportunity to right the injustices of the year. On an exceptionally warm ,early spring afternoon with her postioned closely to an open window,they pushed her out!
Ok,that was a very old daydream I still harbor. Me and about 3/4 of that class!
I have seen the flowers, green leaves and red
And wondered to myself, what else the teacher said
Did she tell him wrong was right, or that he wasn't smart
Her words so easily could break a young boy's heart.
Mary Mc
before he was able to share more of his unique wisdom with us. Thanks for sharing
this, Mark.
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Here's a flower "outside" the box
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Beautiful flower. But I kept thinking about how it would look dressed in rainbow hues.
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
The song is such as sad one. You are indeed correct. People can suffocate your creativity by forcing their opinions on you!
Thanks for posting this. It's the second time tonight I had an opportunity to relive some wonderful old memories.
You are so talented !!!!!!
This is a prime example of the kind of influence we ignore when it enters our children's lives. My daughter loved school and actually asked me what she was supposed to do for 3 whole months in the summer! Then came 5th grade; her teacher was exactly like the one in the song. After that, my daughter told me the only reason she even went to school was orchestra (that teacher was energetic, enthusiastic, and fair-minded).
your flower is pretty cool too!!!
*10*!!!
Excellent job - cause you definetly tugged at my emotions!!!!
Great poem Mark, thank you for writing this & sharing it too.