I remember it so well...
Almost, as if it were yesterday
Laying out in the backyard
of my parent's white,
clapboard house on Main Street
Stretched out, on the soft, cool, green grass
Feelng the warm, golden, afternoon sun
Shining down on my small, child's face
Just hoping...
It would paint light, brown freckles
On my tiny, little girl's upturned nose
Oh, I could lie there for hours and hours
Gazing up at those soft, candy cotton clouds
Trying to decide which one looked like a kitten
An elephant, or perhaps a fairy princess
Riding off on a white, thundering pony
Into 'Nowhere land'...
The land of angels and magic
Fairies, with long, golden tresses
Bewitching elves and fairy tales
Memories can be very wonderful
Makes us wish we were kids again...
Doesn't it?
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Memories are so important. Allows me to visit my childhood whenever I choose! Excellent.
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This is one of my favorite past times. If I'm driving, I've been known to pull over just to look at the clouds. My husband said that before he met me he never truly appreciated cloud gazing 'dreaming' until I taught him the art of it. My children also enjoy cloud dreaming and I will often find them laying in the grass and watching the clouds. Thank you for sharing this lovely poetic memory with us.