Clouds. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Clouds.



Clouds.
The other day I was looking at the clouds.
I saw so many different things.
I saw a dog and what looked like a frog.
I saw a goat and a boat.
A ball I did see and top with wings.
But the prettiest of all.
Was an angel with a horn.
Her wings were a fluffy white.
She stood there in the sky until the night did fall.
The clouds they change so much

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