To Dream With Clouds On High Poem by A. P. Hancock

Let's sit beneath the willow tree, and watch the clouds go by
We'll dream of all we think we see, as wren and swallows fly

Perhaps we'll spot a sailing ship, afloat on heaven's seas
We'll get on board and take a trip, amid the summer breeze

Perhaps we'll see a big balloon, to take us far away
We'll go and not come back too soon, among the gods we'll play

Perhaps we'll find the faces of, some people we once knew
We'll tell our tales of life and love, some fiction, others true

Perhaps we'll look with some surprise, to see ourselves up there
We'll laugh and joke and then surmise, that we are quite a pair

And as the day so quickly goes, we'll say a sad goodbye
But we'll be glad that we once chose, to dream with clouds on high