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Friday, July 23, 2010

CLOUD DREAMING

Josh, a tree sprite


Little boy
upon the grass
looking at
the sky so vast
watching puffy cloud-shapes pass
while the days
drift
slowly past

Arms crossed behind my head, am I
humming my love song
to the sky
below me
grass so soft and dry,
above a yellow
butterfly

Time stretches out
without an end
time the little
boy's best friend
these days will never
come again
the way they do
when I am ten
at

5 comments:

  1. SoumyenduJuly 23, 2010 at 9:15 AM

    Hmmmm

    Great picture!

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  2. UnknownJuly 23, 2010 at 11:34 AM

    Loved the picture and the poem.

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  3. AnonymousJuly 23, 2010 at 12:34 PM

    Aw..I love this poem, Sherry..and your tree sprite. I remember summers of lying in grass, pondering the sky and feeling time slow down to lull me into peace.

    I wonder how it would feel if I tried that now? I'll let you know...

    Lynette

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 23, 2010 at 2:26 PM

    Thanks - a simple one, it is the moment I am nostalgic for......all my grandkids are six feet tall now.

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  5. LisaJuly 25, 2010 at 4:17 AM

    OHHHH he is SO cute :D

    your poem is wonderful too
    xx

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