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They spat me out one winters day, I had no choice, I had no say so pull a chair up, join me do and I might write a rhyme or two.)

The Best Poem Of Ruth Walters

Watching Clouds Fly

I watch my grand-daughter
as she looks up at the sky.
'Tiny aer-o-p'anes' she squeals.

'Are there tiny people in them? ' she asks.
I laugh, tell her the planes
only look tiny because they're far away.

'Will I look tiny when I'm far away? ' she whispers.
‘Yes' I say.
She runs to the other side of the room.

'Do I look tiny now? '
'Very' I say.
She crouches down to be even smaller.

'Will I fit in the aeroplane? '
I grin, 'Yes you will'.
She walks back to the window,

stares up at the sky.
'The clouds are flying too' she tells me.
'They're floating' I tell her.

'I want to touch the clouds',
she says.
'So do I', I say.........
We both watch the clouds fly.

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