How many times
Have I looked at the sky?
Seen fluffy white clouds
On the blue floating by
Each forming a shape
Of familiar kind
Things seen before
Coming back into mind
Three tall ships sailing
Now mingled to one
Dissolved in the sea
Till it’s finally gone
How many times
I imagine there’s lots
To suit every thought
But the clouds call the shots
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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