This is a poem that I wrote a couple of years ago. It was part of an assignment for a class at the University of Minnesota.

Olive-green Dress

 

A plain but pretty olive-green dress all the way from Bangladesh.

Riding on the coattails true of happy little girls in blue.

Why she wore it no one knew. It wasn’t red or happy blue.

“It’s not a play or painting dress” her mother said

but nevertheless

To look her best she shunned the rest

                                                             and wore her dress

from Bangladesh.

                                                                        C. Fiedler 2022