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.

For more info, please read here:

http://paulatohlinecalhoun1951.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/a-year-in-the-life/

and

http://paulatohlinecalhoun1951.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/clouds-come/