CHANGING SKY
We may see a sky of blue and then clouds roll in,
Some white, some grey, then some are wispy thin,
Others deep and dense threatening rain or storm,
At the moment high and maybe there to warn
That weather may change, so make most of the day,
You watch and wait hoping they all go sailing away.

The sky can change it’s shades of blue for you to see,
From pale azure and baby blue to deep rich as it can be,
And if the sun is hidden and shines through clouds of white,
The blues seem more enhanced and appears more bright.
At the moment the clouds are winning as along we go
Trying to cover the heavens so that no blue will show.

But my grandma used to say, and she was very wise,
That if there was enough blue to make a rabbit of any size,
A little sailor suit, eventually all the clouds would roll away,
The sun would shine quite bright before the end of the day.
But then the clouds of every size and colours swiftly came,
She would always guarantee a day of continuous rain.

Well, we are off the see the colours on the Algoma railway,
And although the clouds are rolling in there is some blue today,
Enough to make many rabbits sailor suits of bright blue,
So although my grandma is dead I do hope her saying is true,
And all the clouds will roll away, so the sun will shine through,
Then the best of the wonderful colours will come into view.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 1, 2003