Lying on the hill
watching the clouds go.
I'm stretched into spring
at a cloud rodeo.
I see a white horse
become a bronco.
A cloud in the west
is a Plains buffalo.
Wonder who will win.
I watch the clouds flow--
sheep, fox or turtle
at this cloud rodeo.
I think I'm still stuck on clouds today. It is a perfect day for watching cloud as the winds pick up in the east. Can you write your own poem today about a cloud shape you see? Have fun writing.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteIs the cloud race the opening act for the cloud rider performance? I can see it now. Thanks for giving me a day at the cloud rodeo.
I love watching clouds!
ReplyDeleteA cloud rodeo is a great idea!
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