Autoplay next video. In The Crayon Box Poem by Gabriella GabbyRo - Poem Hunter. Crayons (A Poem For Kids) poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg. Crayon Poem. Ode To Crayons Poem by Ryan Brodesser - Poem Hunter. With a red crayon You can color an apple Have you ever 'read' Cool Bible stories? All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Does anybody else have warm and fuzzy memories? There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. “We are a box of crayons that really doesn’t get along,” Said Blue to all the others. Enjoy the videos and music you love, upload original content, and share it all with friends, family, and the world on YouTube. With a yellow crayon You can color the Sun This can draw You . The crayons are blank as shown in the thumbnail. The crayon box is blank, too.There are two options of the poem as well . All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). With a yellow crayon You can color the Sun This can draw You Close to the Son. Page This download includes 4 activities: the poem, a page of a crayon box, a page of 8 crayons, and a writing activity where students write about what color crayon they'd choose to be. I am used for coloring hairI am used for coloring clothesI am used for coloring smoke from a chimney. A colleague of ours did this and used small molds to make different shapes and colors of “new” crayons. In The Crayon Box poem by Gabriella GabbyRo. I am used in the saying, “Not the brightest crayon in the box! ”I guess I am dumb… or stupid…I am the black Crayon. I am used for coloring hair…I am used for coloring clothes…I am used for coloring smoke from a chimney…I am used for coloring horses’ hooves…I am used for coloring cars…I am used for coloring dogs…I am used for coloring cats…But never am I used for coloring a Rainbow…What am I useful for? I love crayons, but not as a staple to my diet. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. Subjects: Social Studies - History, Martin Luther King Day, Black History Month. Others pretty, some have weird names, but each crayon can provide a story, a poem or a life lesson. Ode To Crayons Poem by Ryan Brodesser. Crayons (A Poem For Kids) Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg - Poem Hunter. said the Yellow And Green said, "So do I!" See below or click on link to purchase the book. I had a box of crayons, All shiny, straight and new. Crayon Melt Activity – One idea to illustrate the concept of the book is to use old crayons, have students peel the papers off and then show them how they can form different colors and crayon creations if melted together. With an orange crayon You can color an orange - Orange you glad God Invented crayons? Please review! Page Heres to the crayonsRed, and blueGreen to redPurple and violetAll wonderfulSights to be seenA wide rainbowTrappedMeant to be SeenIn a wide open boxWaitingPatientWanting to be usedReady, WillingNeedingTo be usedHeres to crayonsChewed crayonsGlue Covered crayonsPut into a slobbering mouthThat has tinyUngrown and underdevelopedYet sharp littleTeethHeres to crayonsRolled overOr crushed With toys and tiny toesAnd thus, SmushedInto clean, good carpetsThrown awayOr smeared Into the wooden FloorsOr transformedInto crude artMade with stubby, Short sausage likeTiny fingersHeres to the first useOf a crayonThe delighted look of any childUpon opening the packageThe trembling fingersOf withheld anticipation And secret gleeOf the possibilities they can exploreWith the crayonThe first use of the crayonAnd the first signed artOn the walls, CeilingAnd floorsHeres to the primitive urges To write, ScribbleGrafititizeColor And ruinAny place possibleWhether garagesHalls or BedroomsAnd the reward, Of this gleefulVandalistic Actions you takeIs an annoyed guardian, Or babysitterHeres to poor substanceIn wax form CrayonsFood, yet not foodIn the eyesOf a small HungryChildWho gnawsChompsAnd chewsUntil onlyA small, Pathetic lookingStub remainsHeres to things meant to be thrown awayAfter being used50 no80 no 200 timesAfter being crumbledThrownScrapedBrok enSo thatIt isLiterally And figuratively Shattered in serviceFrom time and long continued useHeres to the hostAnd backboneOf kindergartensAnd to the loveThe pride from the workOf a small childWho had succeededIn creatingA drawingWhich isIn the parents mindWorthy enough of The Sistine Chapel And is keptBy anyParentGrandmother GrandfatherAunt orUncleLong enough to be lovedAdmiredPraisedAnd the childIs rewardedAnd gets, A hugAnd a kissSatisfyingThat happy childHeres to crayons. With any color crayon You can color God And it will always tickle Him pink.