The cloudy day

I can remember as a child
When spring days were warm and mild
I'd run in fields so close to us
And lay me down on the grass

I looked up to the sky above
And this is what I really love
The clouds sped by at such a pace
Going to some other place

I liked it there now all alone
Just me and the insects' drone
Far from my bully brother
All alone needed no other

Until I see Billy from school
We often used to play the fool
So off we raced through the long grass
And watching clouds was in the past

How we need to refresh ourselves
Running free like forest elves
Wading in woodland streams
Living out our childish dreams

Mum will be cross I'm in the creek
Now seeing sun is near its peak
Must get home before our lunch
Brother's sure to give me a punch

I look back up in the sky again
The dark clouds now look like rain
Have to stay in this afternoon
School holidays end far too soon

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The memory of her

Sunlight searches through slits in curtains
Shines upon my face that now wakes me up
I drifted up from my sleeps valley
Gone sweet abyss full of dreams of you

Your soft brown hands strumming the guitar
Sweet words now whispering in my ear
Rushing like a distant waterfall
That sweet tale so true I love to hear

Eager I let my eyes open wide
Searching signs of you to rouse awake
But some dark clouds now shield the bright sun
Patch the sky as they and I start to cry

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Colour my life

I love the clouds                                                        

Playing with this my mind                                        

Matching my mood                                                  

Telling stories                                                           

That none can hear

They're busy today                                                           

And scud across the sky                                        

Others don’t look

Such busy bees                                                        

But I watch them

Dark, dismal clouds

Stratus squats over us

Long faces now

As rain drizzles

On umbrellas

All have coats on

Wispy cirrus so high above

Gloves and scarves

As people freeze

But I still smile

It’s evening

The mackerel sky woos us

Who knows what comes

All clouds thrill me

And colour my life

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