Another day, and another poem! But before we get to that, I have to stop for a minute and say a HUGE thanks to the people who have thus far supported my fundraising efforts for the MS-150 coming up in June. I won't name names here, but you know who you are, and you have my gratitude. Thank you, thank you, thank you. It means so much. Thank you for believing in me, and in this cause. Also, if you haven't donated yet but would like to, either see me in person, donate from the link to my page (all you FB-ers out there) or contact me and I can supply you with ways to donate.
OK, now let's have a poem!
I remember looking up,
verdant fields prickling tender skin
on a blue-sky day in June.
Above me, clouds lumbered
across the sky, like the big elephants
they resembled.
I longed to reach out to them,
to soar among them, play in their puffy whiteness,
but I could not reach.
Now, I wish I could return to that time,
before I knew that clouds were nothing but rain
the world couldn't hold onto,
and the grasses prickled
as I watched the circus parade go by.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
A nice bit of nostalgia, and I like the slight introspection in the last few lines. Again, good use of nature imagery. I'm sensing an inspirational penchant in this.
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