Clouds at childish play
Hover on a dry cornfield
Giants cavorting
Clouds are a wonderful scource for the creation of poetry. Praise for your rich imagination. As always, Sandra
It's 5-7-5, .... the last stanza reads gi-ants-ca-vor-ting. I'm glad it pleases you. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery. Well done. Jim