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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31 Comments Add yours

  1. buttercup600 says:

    Whoohooo….I like a lot too!! Up, up…up and away!!oxoxox

  2. we’ll have to lie on the grass and watch them float past, a long bendy straw with which to drink the wine that makes the imagination float

  3. bandsmoke says:

    Nice 🙂 Our sky today would conjure up far more gloomy and dark words – tis very, very, very soggy 😦

  4. souldipper says:

    I feel like Winston Churchill…”Never give in! Never!” Throw down the umbrella and run barefoot in the mud! Run for your life!

  5. thysleroux says:

    You cook better than any “pro” , write poetry, inspire us, give sage advice, always leave a comment.

    Which talent or gift will surface next?

    (And this isn’t just part of Flatter-Cindy-Wednesday :D)

  6. granny1947 says:

    I am with Thys…love the poem…good to see you back!

  7. Beautiful. You take me back to my childhood – wish we could always look at the clouds and the sky with such joy and abandon. Although I do always look for blue sky and sunshine, always.
    Sunshine xx

  8. I can smell the grass and feel my back starting to itch from it xxx Beautiful piece Cindy xxxx

  9. nrhatch says:

    I hope I never grow so old that I become sensible. 😉


  10. Tandy says:

    I still make something out of the clouds 🙂

  11. slpmartin says:

    Oh…I don’t want to grow up. 🙂

  12. Time to go and lie outside and look up.
    I may wait a month or two…bit soggy here…

  13. halfp1nt says:

    Ah, Cindy, I think that’s exactly what I’m going to do on Sunday 🙂

  14. I like it. I used to lie on my back and look at clouds when I was a kid. Great fun. Good for the imagination. I like the line about the rash at bath time. Blessings to you, Paula…

    1. TY, Carol, and the same for you as well! Submit an entry yourself!

  15. Kavita says:

    Ah… ruminations of a wise one! 🙂 Nice…
    Were the clouds white? In that case, that umbrella may not really be required 🙂

  16. u r a woman of interest, many facets, growing and contagious in your curiosity. i luv who u r. keep meeting the challenge.

  17. Thank you for the advertisement! I love your photo and poem! Hope we drummed up some entries with this! XOXO

  18. gospelwriter says:

    Lovely photo and poem – the near clouds I might be a little wary of, blue skies notwithstanding… 🙂

  19. bluebee says:

    No umbrella! Go walking in the rain and jump in every puddle 😀

  20. Adeeyoyo says:

    I agree with Bb – be young again and enjoy yourself!

  21. Naomi says:

    Love the pic and the poem…now if only this rain will go away!!

  22. Renee Espriu says:

    Beautiful and so true. Every once in awhile, when life’s stressors are at bay, I look up and wonder why it seems a bit more difficult now to see figures in the clouds and then….there one is. Amazing!

  23. Jamie Dedes says:

    Bravo! How fun. I used to do that as a kid.

    I’m determined to mine my way through your poems, Cindy … a little at a time.

    Happy days to you and yours …

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