Playing Charades with the Clouds

A fish, a boat, look, that one there’s a goat

Images sail across the sky

Images soften and morph by

 

A house, a can, look, that one there’s a man

It’s Mr. Keeter from down the street

And that bird was his feet

 

A clown, a duck, try with that one - good luck

It’s simple let your imagination fly

Besides lots of fun, give it a try

 

A laugh, a giggle, Look that one there’s a fiddle

You’ve got it, laughing out loud

Playing charades with the clouds

◄ Aurora Slept for Hours

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220August

Tue 30th Jan 2018 14:54

Thanks Cynthia...

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 29th Jan 2018 12:02

Quite delightful. Love the concept because I'm so a cloud person too. The words are erratic, giving a great sense of spontaneity, like the changing shapes themselves.

I was walking along the pavement one evening at sunset and passed a man washing his car, very intently. I nodded as I passed and said, 'Aren't the clouds beautiful?' He looked at me as if I were mad, glanced up and replied, 'Yes, actually, they are.' And he smiled.

Perhaps a cloud convert. Who knows? So many people never look up - never.

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