Fluffy white clouds way up high <br />a silver dart jets through the sky <br />reclining in my garden, lost in thought <br />I dream, I wonder what shores it sought <br /> <br />Some faraway place exotic in flavour <br />some distant shores whose spices we savour <br />silvery beaches with white capped waves lapping <br />tall upright palms bowing and swaying <br /> <br />Maybe I’m wrong and its city bound <br />dusty, noisy plagued with sound <br />overcrowded, busy teeming with life <br />all seeking to bring stress and strife <br /> <br />Maybe it’s off to extremes of the earth <br />Inhospitable regions suffering a dearth <br />frozen landscapes, spreading desert sands <br />high mountain ranges majestic and grand <br /> <br />Maybe it’s not heading anywhere <br />maybe it’s homeward bound <br />with everyone on board in agreement <br />how good it will feel to kiss home ground<br /><br />Laurena Pamela Willetts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daydreaming-18/
