Part One
I looked up at the clear, blue sky
on this balmy, warm summer's eve,
a slight breeze lifted my gaze on high
and did my sweaty face relieve.
At first I thought: 'those clouds behave
in a strange and most peculiar way',
they had a purpose - like a soldier brave
or more like - like a football team at play.
(*** To Be Cont'd. ***)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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