Ethics, Values, & Sustainability
Environmental Strategy & Sustainability
Systems Thinking & Sustainable Businesses
Last Updated 01/14/2006
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GROUP 4
Nothing fancy about it.
It’s faded red with a hole in the collar
A few stains that won’t come out
And the word “Wisconsin” is hardly readable anymore.
We’ve had some close calls,
But mother could never take my red shirt
For all the reasons I should throw it out,
Are the reasons why I like it more.
Matt Beaton
What is indigo?
Very deepest of the blues
a rainbow may choose.
Red hot passion frozen through
Time and life and paying dues.
John Szcygiel
My apple is red
A red as deep as the red of a rose
I take a bite and it is no longer red.
My apple has taken a new color
How deep does that red go?
Not any deeper than its thin coat.
But, when I think of an apple,
I still think red.
I don’t think of the many other colors
Or the complexity
That makes my apple the apple I love.
The color on the skin doesn’t tell what lies within
My apple that I love.
Matt Beaton
I watch the bright red cardinals
Chase their dark red mates
Chirping out a song of red
Beneath a brilliant red sky
Flashes of red dart here, dart there
But the dark red one has disappeared.
Amelia Musser
Pasty white and slightly baggy
Old man flesh is awful saggy
White snow sparkles, ice patches shine
Of all the neighbors, why is he mine?
Reflected sunlight, I divert my eyes
To avoid seeing old man thighs
He may not mean to cause my rants
But who shovels snow in their underpants!
Blaire Skinner
An early morning white light
Casts shadows over the land
A flock of white doves breaks the silence
Of the early morning peace
White rabbits emerge from their slumber
Creating the first new tracks
In the new fallen white snow
Beginning a new day in a white paradise.
Ben Krams
Red, it’s said, is to be blood, death, communism,
The neck of a southern Baptist racist, stop signs,
Exits and warnings to beware, the eyes of a photographed stare
Scars, flesh, fire trucks, ambulance, the terror level of fear
And society’s nightmare.
It’s only a frequency says scientific history!
Orion Henningsgaard
Everything I feel is green
A mysterious shower scene
Twelve jade roses in a dream
Creeping mists with laser beams
Emerald eyes in frozen genes
Playing for another team
Nothing's truly as it seems
Everything I feel is green
John Szcygiel
The Rose
It sits on the counter, casting its soft glow
The entire room is illuminated in its light
The setting sun, reflecting off the window sill.
A pink rose put in its place to curb sadness.
Now it highlights a curious mixture
Of the inanimate and the animate.
One in the same.
The pink light demonstrates
Immortality and mortality
Creating definitions in terms separations,
Yet linking everything to a variation of pinkness.
Tim Puchter
If I Could Be Anything
I'd be a purple fingernail
attached to a finger,
that is tickling the ivories on a purple baby grand.
I'd be making others' hearts fill with joy and dance.
I'd be a purple Snap Dragon
sitting in a garden,
next to a purple house,
basking in the sun and breeze,
I'd be something glorious.
I'd be a purple hat
Sitting on a head of slightly purple hair,
the hair of a woman who has seen things
that others cannot imagine exist.
I'd be honored to sit where I am.
Abby Sawyers
Light Blue skies meet deep blue seas as far as the eye can see
Metallic blue tropical fish dart and dance through clear blue water
Clear enough to see all the way out to the blue coral reef
When I picture this deep blue serenity all my blues drift away
I am immersed in blue bliss
Alex Grace
Never ending green grass field
Preying mantis hides among plants
Its green skin camouflaged
Suddenly a green blade swipes across
Slicing and capturing the helpless victim,
After the feast,
Preying mantis goes back hiding among the green grass
Ryu Suzuki
Red mittens, a very simple thing
Keeping hands warm till the beginning of spring
With rosy red cheeks and leaves full of red color
They keep hands from turning red unlike any other
I have lost these red mittens in all sorts of places
Near red cars, red seat busses, and bright red vases
My mom buys me more, her red heart full of love
Although most times I think I would have more luck with a red glove
Red mittens are more than simple hand warmers to me
So I hope each lost pair has gone to a person in need
Kelly Hyland
Purple is the color of the sky today
The cold wind blowing through my purple hands
As the purple pigeon sings
And as a shiver
Pulling tight my purple scarf
I wonder to myself
Will the purple snow ever end?
Lisa Ashenbrenner
Blacker then black the night is tonight
I cannot see you there
I cannot see the night creatures scurry about
Even the moon is black tonight
I hear the black owl “who who” it says
I wonder if it is talking to me
I should not be out in this black a night I think
As chills run up my spine
An suddenly a black shadow appears
“A monster!” I scream
No, just a big black cat
Lisa Ashenbrenner
All day long he sat so still
To lift his head, he had no will
His huge gray body couldn't lift
The gray cement he could not resist
His tusks were taken days ago
The ceiling was now so very low
Travis North
Mint Sunrise
A morning jog to awaken the soul
What strange light was there
My sleepy eyes didn’t know
A green sunlight
From the tree buds glows
A spring I’d forgotten
Herself did show
In the soft green light
As my steps did slow
Leah Hart
