This about what my granddad told me about clouds. I hope you get it.

Clouds

We were laying on the grass,
looking up at the clouds,
Pop said the wind is a sculpter,
it reshapes the clouds.

We watched as the clouds,
changed into dragons, snakes,
lizards, kangaroos and sailing boats,
we laughed and cheered the wind on.

Pop told me the wind was smart
because it didn'e pay the sky
one cent of rent to exhibit
greatest sculpter ever and no rent.

I told my teacher about the wind
and all I had to do to see my grandad
was to look up at he clouds,
she said "Why is your grandad dead"

I laughed she just didn't get it,
do you?

Chrissy
8/1/2010

Karin Anderson
I certainly get it. When my children were young we used to lie on our backs and look at the sky. So many children don't think to do this today, yet it really helps the imagination to write poetry, just like you have. A splendid poem Chrissy.

Ben Gieske
No better way to spend the day. I just read a biography of Georgia O'Keeffe. She liked to look at the clouds and sky holes and a lot of other beautiful things. She would lay under a tree and look upward in order to see it her way. So keep on watching those clouds: a zoo in the sky.

Steve Slimm
love all three of your poems so far Chrissy! beautiful connective imagery.

carol
i got it and i love it beutiful

Susan Jarvis
A magnificent poem that allows the reader the privilege of seeing clouds through the eyes of a very special grandfather. :)