David Moore Poet Rhyme

Clouds Floating By

O, how vast and grand the sky!
Lad basking in field of rye,
Gazing through inquiring eye,
As he views clouds floating by.

Days full of games with bubbies,
Keen  on make believe and races
Wondering and dreaming how,
Clouds can form beast or flower.

Pretend of boy on a lawn,
Sometimes the clouds cloak the sun,
Cloud formations slowly fade,
As each vanishes, more are made.

Clouds oft seem just o’er the trees, 
Almost touching their green leaves,
White puffs against the blue sky,
As cotton candy in a boy’s eye.

Wispy  clouds in carefree prance,
Wind like the maker of dance,
Creating scenes in the sky,
A daydreaming lad’s delight.

As sculptor, like no other,    
Child’s imaginative eye,          
Sees what there’s to discover,   
In fleecy clouds floating by.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment