May 7, 2006
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Often as a child,
Lying on the grass,
Meek and mild,
Looking on skies above,
Gazing at the tender puffs,
Of fleecy clouds,
Thinking, “Oh, when I tire,
It would be so nice to lay upon,
Those soft pillowy clouds,
So high,
In the sky,
Looking down on the earth below,
At the summer’s sheen,
Burbling streams and rivers,
And green pastures and woods.
At night sometimes I lay there and rest.
Comments (5)
This feeling to be in aw in front of the components of the nature is well expressed and recalls something in me . Well done , Doug .
In friendship
Michel
It has been a while since we have visited one another. Thanks for coming by and staying awhile.
As a child, when we traveled at night, I would sleep on the back floorboard of the old chevy to stay warm, my brother got the seat. But what a wonderful way to travel…going 50 miles an hour on 2 lane roads. The moon traveling with us was always amazing to me.
Just Saturday, I watched the clouds make pictures…they were dark, grey, and white all at the same time, as a front was moving in that brought rain on Sunday. I love your word pictures. I have missed you. Let’s get together more often.
RYC: I put the Xanga lock on to stop people from searching my name and finding my blog. I’m using my real name and really don’t want people at work randomly coming across it. You only need to log on to your site as you usually do, to view mine, is all it means. God Bless your Monday Doug!
This post was beautiful. It reminded me of a picture of a little boy on a hill looking at the sky. The picture is dear to me as it was one of Dad’s favorite pictures on his bedroom wall . It is mine now. I think if you don’t mind I will put the poem by the picture. GB
I’m flattened by your contents keep up the excellent work.
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