Treasure Island

Laurence Overmire


Above The Clouds


Have you ever flown
in a plane
and climbed above
the clouds?

No matter
how dark and gray
the world below,
above the clouds
the sun is always

shining.


(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, June 2000)

Submitted: Sunday, April 09, 2006
Edited: Friday, April 04, 2008

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  • Prasanna Kumari (4/29/2008 10:15:00 AM)

    it is nice to be there where the sun is always shining..even when it is a poet's fancy....beautiful poem (Report) Reply

  • Con Nie (4/12/2006 2:44:00 PM)

    Having a fear of flying (even though I have been 3 times on a jet) I have endured days on a Greyhound to avoid heights like that, but this poem seems so optimistic, it almost makes me want to hop a plane. So much spoken in few words. Good poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb PS I suppose we can float in other 'planes' above darkness, too. This poem looks like a good one to meditate on. Take care. (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (4/9/2006 12:43:00 PM)

    A great lesson for life here, I hope that many people get to read this one, Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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