What's Seen In Clouds Poem by Ray Feasey

What's Seen In Clouds



What’s seen in clouds is all for free
On journeys long this picture sky
Presents a huge majestic stag so high
Above us for all to see

As journey moves also do clouds
Just view their pictures looking down
No longer stag for now its man
With old top hat and bag in hand

Much shade of white yet really dark
In places scarce and blue in parts
Not hard to see how legends ran
Of god like beings joining man

As thoughts of loved one comes to mind
Are they at moment same as mine
Looking skyward and soaking time
To see the stag and man up high

Do aero passengers looking out
Just see mist and dew about
As they cruise through my stag and man
Their view is closer, yet they cannot see

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Ray Feasey

Ray Feasey

Gloucetershire, London, Who Knows
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