Friday, April 17, 2009
I wish I was made up of bright blue sky
I could feel the clouds scurrying by
When it rained it would pour down inside of me
I’d be fresh and as clean as I can be.
I’d never do wrong because I’d have no brain
My brother says, “Then there’d be no change!”
Why do brothers get such joy out of taunting and teasing
They don’t notice me unless I displease them.
When I walked I’d be light, as I bounced off a cloud
I’d follow the sun so no bedtime’s allowed
No school and no homework, no boring old chores
I’d never feel tired…Oh, and I’d like to be tall.
I’m only quite small and a little too fat
I’ve always hated to look like that.
If I manage to change and be made of blue sky
Please glance through your window as I move by
I wouldn’t be stopping or keep you awake
If I catch you snoring I’ll give you a shake.
You need never miss me, I’d be always around
Have you seen the horizon? The sky touches the ground.
That will be me, so wherever you look
I won’t be knitting or reading a book
I’ll up in the sky chasing the clouds
And hear sighs of joy from the watching crowds.
W. B April 2009.