Clouds all tumbling steadily along, way up above my head,
Looking, Oh, so cosy, like an exquisite featherbed.
I could just relax there, within those many rolling hills,
And sleep, and dream away my cares, my sorrows and my ills.
Floating across the blue expanse of sky and space anew,
I 'd thus become as light as air, and could bid the world adieu.
© Ernestine Northover
Beautiful thoughts Ernestine, you made me feel like I want to float on clouds too. Andrew x
Reading your poem I felt as light as a feather, and that is the evocative power of a style like yours. What a beautiful mind, Ernestine. Love from Susie.
The abillity to see wonder in the smallest of things.The Child within.This is a true gift.Love Duncan
Gorgeous :) It makes me want to get into my own bed. You have a wonderful way of relaxing people and calming them with your words, and thats a talent. write more! x tallie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
: -) Reminded me a little of Wordsworth's 'I Wandered lonely as a cloud' Obviously not a bad thing! Very nice, i was there: -) a 10!