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Poems About Our
Natural World

By Josie Whitehead


By Josie Whitehead

Clouds (The)

Swiftly the clouds glide by in the sky

 Wishing our part of the world goodbye.

    So where do they go to?  Does anyone know?

    Perhaps far up high where they’ll find a rainbow.


I think they fly higher and higher in space

To somewhere they’ll not see a human face.

    Out they’ll continue to float far away,

    But, I think I’m lucky that here I will stay.

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