Comments about Marian Wheaton
My Little Daughter And Me
We lay on the ground in the tall green grass
And looked at the blue, blue sky.
We watched the drifting of snowy clouds
My little daughter and I
Then I noticed a shape like a fleecy lamb
Among the mounds of white
I pointed it out to her searching eye
And heard her cry of delight.
Soon she was seeing many forms
In the clouds up over her head
A kitten, an angel, a ghost, a tree
A child and a funny shaped bed
Her imagination knew no bounds
And the discovery became a game
As the clouds drifted and shifted away
No shape remained the ...