Fingers in the sky by James Aitchison

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It seems to me 

that I can see

fingers in the sky.

Cloudy fingers,

each one lingers, 

as I’m passing by.

”Clouds” by Ron Marsh

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CLOUDS 

Have you ever lain on your back, watching skies above

When clouds are making quite a show, a ship, a tree, a dove?

A constant changing scene to keep you quite enthralled,

Simple easy pleasure that has no cost at all.

 

You sometimes see a fairy, an ogre or a frog,

You let imagination go and even see a hog.

When your mind comes back to earth and all around seems bland,

You can enjoy the memory of, a cloudy fairyland.