I look up at the sky,
through a little gap in my eye lids.
Obsevering the clouds,
looking for faces of happy kids.
If you look real hard
you will make out a face.
A nose, a chin, hair
nothing out of place.
I love to watch the fluffy clouds float by,
how all the faces get there, I wonder why.
I think they are up there looking down at us,
making sure we stay out of trouble, which is a plus.
Something i used to do when i was kid.Trying to find faces in the clouds. Gud one. Ashish.
really goog poem this, David - great images to look for and expertly penned as ever, Steve
I love this mettled poem with real tune love to watch the clouds float by, how all the faces get there, I wonder why. I think they are up there looking down at us, making
How observant of you Dave, and do they keep you out of trouble? Sweet poem, love Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
looking over us...feel safe...love...nalini