“My Friend the Clouds” by James Aitchison

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MY FRIENDS THE CLOUDS

I can see eye to eye

with the sky,

A sea of blue stretching

wide and high.

See that castle

made from cloud?

See where other

planes have ploughed?

See those fluffy

balls of wool?

Are they empty?

Are they full?

I can see eye to eye

with the sky,

And drift to sleep as the

clouds roll by.

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