Handstands, cartwheels; upside down view of the sky.
Lying on my back
greensmell grass prickles, there’ll be a rash at bathtime!
making stories out of clouds:
look, there; a camel or a monkey with a big cigar!
Respectable now, older;
feet on the ground, sensible shoes.
Only look upward once in while;
do I need an umbrella?
This is my contribution to Paula’s blog anniversary challenge.
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