Clouds all tumbling steadily along, way up above my head, <br />Looking, Oh, so cosy, like an exquisite featherbed. <br />I could just relax there, within those many rolling hills, <br />And sleep, and dream away my cares, my sorrows and my ills. <br />Floating across the blue expanse of sky and space anew, <br />I 'd thus become as light as air, and could bid the world adieu. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/featherbed/
