Comments about Paul Latham
I sat and watched the sky,
Birds flew, free and high,
Swirling and wishing through clouds in the sky,
The blue glow bearing down into my eyes.
The clouds so white and perfect, floating and disappearing.
The sun it rests, the birds flying to their nests,
Blue turns to pink, orange and sinks, into the depths, for a short rest.
Oh blue sky; you are so high, no-one to touch you to make you cry,