The Clouds

The Clouds

Today the sky’s so clear
The grass makes a soft bed
Clouds through the limbs appear
Breeze blowing away my dread

A horse, a car, there’s a lamb
Fluffy white shapes passing by
Thinking of who I am
No one here to make me cry

Yes, I’m much older
Missing my bed on the ground
Life’s so sober
It makes me want to frown

But as I lay here
On my bed in my room
I have lost my fear
And I have past the gloom

My mind goes back
To the bed of grass
Time I have lost track
And stay here awhile in the past

By Ida Matilda Wright
10/31/07