Dancing on the Clouds , a Poem

Dancing on the Clouds

robritt

Dancing on the Clouds

Oh to flit among the blue skies
Let my arms swing high and wide
Feel winds blowing thru my hair
And find a cloud on which to ride

Soaring above the ground high
Like the glorious Golden Eagle
Over high mountain I would fly
Oh how great and oh so regal

To be dancing in the clouds
What freedom I would treasure
Far above the gathering crowds
It'd be such a wondrous pleasure.

Alas, us being grounded here
On a space we call our Earth
I guess being mortal though, I fear
It could be so much worse.

Thus, I will continue to dream
Like most dreamers always do
Perhaps of being a moonbeam
Wrapped in a dark sky of blue.

Published by robritt

A polio survivor, that tries to swim twice a week, lives with a fatal disease called Aplastic anemia, however believe we all need to live life to the fullest; no matter your age or condition. An author of t...  View profile

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  • Pat Burroughs11/28/2007

    Lovely poem.

  • Linda M. McCloud11/27/2007

    Sweet. Thanks for sharing.

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky11/27/2007

    So sweet!

  • cathiesbloggs11/26/2007

    wonderful poem!!

  • Cynthia Martin11/26/2007

    How sweet it is!

  • Lisa Riggs11/26/2007

    Oh yes, I'm a dreamer too. Wonderful poem.

  • Lenora Murdock11/26/2007

    I agree...we can lift ourselves above the common place by hopes, dreams, and expectations....to the places among the clouds.

  • K. Ray11/25/2007

    I put myself into your poem, and loved the experience! I gave it five stars!

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