At home the clouds have no <br />bottoms cut off by magic knife, <br />they are soft, fluffy, white and <br />like me have shades of grey. <br /> <br />Happy clouds, quiet clouds, <br />relaxed, not moving clouds. <br />Bathed in sunshine, they are <br />clouds I want to see. <br /> <br />Glad to be here clouds. <br />Altogether nice clouds <br />No place like home clouds. <br />Clouds I want to stay.<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-33/
