Above the wild deserted prairie, <br />Surrounding spaces wide and airy. <br />Above the valley, the mountain shrouds, <br />Free and beautiful, float the clouds. <br /> <br />They float they glide, with splendid grace, <br />Stretching their arms towards space. <br />Above the valley the mountain shrouds, <br />Swift and lovely, float the clouds. <br /> <br />Some grey ones come, some white ones go, <br />And quickly the wind begins to blow. <br />Above the valley the mountain shrouds, <br />Mighty Thor lurks in the clouds. <br /> <br />They bring the rain and life so sweet, <br />That makes this good old Earth complete. <br />Above the valley the mountain shrouds, <br />I wish I was in the clouds. <br /> <br />And sometimes as I sit and gaze, <br />They'll create a familiar face, <br />Above the valley the mountain shrouds, <br />May there always be the clouds. <br /> <br />school year 1973 Mission High School, Mission Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clouds-6/
