Friday, January 27, 2012



It's pressing its nose against my window,
Crying its tears all down my pane,
Beetling its brows and crying its thunder!
Will the sun ever shine again?


A shadow on the playroom floor;
I wonder what it came there for.
Stretching lazily as if to say
'Look at me! I'm here to play'.
Use me as a road for cars;
Ramps for rockets bound for Mars!
Tell me I'm a track for trains;
Or a runway for your planes.
I'm here! I'm here! Look at me! I'm great!
Play with me! I can hardly wait!'
But then some clouds rubbed the shadow out!
Oh well, they'll just do without!

1 comment:

Kay L. Davies said...

Two perfect ones here, Brenda. I especially like the SkyWatch one.