clouds

The clouds in the sky,
Oh, those fluffy clouds.
There so lovely,
And fun to wach.
They can become what
Ever you wish them to be.
Oh, those fluffy clouds,
They are the jewels of the sky.
Those fluffy clouds can
Be so relaxing and
Fun to start to look at.
The clouds in the sky
Are consnly changeing there form.
Oh, those fluffy clouds.
Those cotton balls up in the sky.
I could almost reach up and pluck
One from it's roost in the sky.

Grey clouds bloom overhead

The air,

It smells of rain

Staring at the sky

Eyes sparkling

She bites her lip,

So as not to cry

The clouds open

Pouring raindrops down

As if the earth were weeping

She closes her eyes

Tears fall freely

Mingling with the rain

As if she did not cry

I just took my camera and I looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful shade of pink and orange. It had deep blues that were almost gray. It is interesting, I could spend so much time trying to describe this sunset, but I would be worthless. Pictures are worth a thousand words, but beauty in photos are priceless. Nor can they be described exactly how it was seen.

& only as
the wind blows them away
do I see
the clouds.

I picked one out
and named it after you
just as it disappeared.

& sometimes
the clouds look like
whisps of foam
in your coffee cup
until your eyes are
almost shut,
because you only really get
that perfect cotton-ball look
when you're squinting.

So hop on that bus
and let it carry you away
like a cloud on the breeze.
Live in the city
and write to your heart's content.

Get that fire back in your veins.

& as I fly above your head,
all I wish
is for you to look up
and take my hand, Read more »

Yesterday morning I walked to school.
I had gotten up early
and decided to
take advantage
of the convenient head start.

I walked down my street
and the air was balmy
and a soft breeze blew back my hair
and the sun was shining perfectly,
golden
caressing the flawless clouds
their bellies soft and purple
in the crisp winter light.

Each one was suspended
in the impossibly blue sky,
and even though I could not see it
I knew that
every single one
had a silver lining.

The sky seems as though it shall be forever gray.
And never to be that perfect blue again.
And the sun will never dare to shine.
Or peak behind the dismal clouds.
The only thing that will be bright in our sky,
is the lonesome moon,
and it's fellow stars.
Otherwise,
as thought is seems,
we will experiencing eternal rain.
And lasting thunder,
pounding against the ever dampening earth.

Going out to sea

By Spencer Hurlburt
Vergennes Elementary School, Grade 3

I hear seagulls squawking and squealing while I sit by the ocean. The waves crash over the sand as silent crabs crawl into the small tide pools, with waters so warm they feel like a hot tub. It is early in the morning, so early fog clouds drift overhead like ghosts. Sailboats drift upon the waves, bumping up and down like cars on a muddy road. Read more »

Purple fluffy clouds
Bleeding crimson light across the autumn sky
Covering the golden light
Fading quickly to deep blue
To black
Lady Moon rises, spilling silver light
Until she is swallowed by dark clouds
Who rule the night

The lazy, cotton clouds
Drift peacefully overhead, powdering the turquoise skies
With a sugary sweetness
They pass us slowly by
Singing, in soft, sweet voices
A song that we've forgotten

Irresistible outlines of peace,
The sugary clouds, like a forgotten conscience
Hover loyally, eternally over us
Outlasting the red bursts of fiery orange sunset
And resting through the star-splotched nights
They love to smile down upon us forgivingly
As they gently sing a melody
That we've forgotten

The soothing, lamb-like clouds
Trustingly follow us, their shepherds, through heavenly blue pastures
Watching us from afar
Lovingly humming a gentle lullaby
That is carried on the wind's breath
Towards our waiting ears
Those clouds float by sweetly
Smiling comfortingly, utterly contented
With their powdered sugar world
They sing a beautiful song
That we strain our ears to hear, but can't make out
As we drown out the silent song with noise
Obliterating that perfect harmony, Read more »

Blue, the sky, the water where the little fishes swim.
Blue, the sky, where the clouds float.
Blue, where ocean waves go up, then disappear.
Blue, some one is sad.
When she looks up and sees the sky, she is not blue,
But the sky is. So is the water. Then the ocean.

Where are you?
he said.
Sometimes, she
hides in her own little cloud
of thoughts and bubbles.
He wonders how she
can see.
Silly boy,
I have eyes.
he insisted
on a metaphorical
meaning.

oh.

in my own little cloud,
i'm always lost.

I, myself, have been to the crystal city on the water.
I have stood on the glass balcony which reflected back below.
I have traveled endless miles into the sky which this place sits,
Where the shows are the thunderclouds far down where we row,
Above the clouds where storms cease to exist.