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Clouds
Clouds
By JFarrell
Like a film reel
The pictures flow before me
One by one
A majestic bird, an eagle,
Spreads it wings and takes flight;
A steam barge,
Chugging it’s way upriver;
A juggling clown,
Putting on his mask, to hide his tears;
Another man in a mask,
Highwayman, to take your gold at gunpoint;
This one shows the sun breaking,
Over a lovely, sleeping town;
This one shows the sun setting,
Over the smouldering, blackened ruins of a bombed village;
This one shows the beginning of all time,
That one shows the end of all time.
Clouds are beautiful and wondrous,
And such an inspiration,
For the imagination.
Look up,
You might too
See the beginning
And the end
Of everything.
