Pinned... to a tree.

An Ode to clouds................

Some days I just don't know what I'm wanting to be
Lenticular or Mackerel or many others you may see
some wish I would stay in the air and leave the sky blue
not darken with some thunder with a flash of lighning or two
but drifting across the sky is in my nature and my natural way
as round the world with my weather patterns that I must change every day
But my clouds must always fall somewhere as the earth has need my rain
but between that will come the sunshine till my clouds come round again.
A hundred times you may walk a path along with friends and have a laugh
but there's always things that interests the like of you and me i would say
and it's something to talk of as you wend your way you may pause a moment
and to silence fall to identify a creatures distant call but the pause now tunes
your ear to sound to the whispering of trees that are all around a rustle in the
undergrowth or in fallen leaves as nothing is seen that our thought perceives
was it just the wind or an animals track as you set of again with a quick look back
a new stile awaits and all may change again but it's the country walk
that will keep you sane.

Poem by Ironmonger.