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More poems about the Sky.
LONELY CLOUD
Floating over the bushes
and trees
Came, being scurried by
the breeze,
A small fluffy cloud lonely as
could be,
The other clouds were clustered
like family,
This one seemed sad, did not at
all belong,
Had it broken some golden rule
that day
And been sent as a punishment
far away?
Twas white, but much smaller than
the rest
Maybe it was sent away as some type
of test,
But I must admit I felt quite sorry for
the cloud
That was not included in the big
happy crowd.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 31 August 2005