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While sitting on a hill one day Remembering my days of play, I saw a curious sight That I'll try to recall with all my might. The day was clear and bright and shining The horizon, fuzzy with white lace lining, And as the clear sun shone and the wind blustered As I lay surrounded by field mustard I dreamt of my childhood Filled with stories and exploring wildwood And when my eyes opened, a gift to see! An array of floating dreams for me. Clouds Puffy and nostalgic of my days running with an old paper kite Days of longing and silly spite Twilights of catching fireflies in the brush Nights when the birds were hushed. And now I saw them, floating above me As they did for little me And I searched among them for pictures Intently as a priest with holy scriptures. There’s a puppy, a rocket too, A fly, a cat, and a shoe, A tree, a phone, and a shell, Two bicycles, and a bell. And that beautiful day Where I was a child at play Watching those puffy, huge, inviting white, nostalgic, so soul igniting, Clouds
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
Sitting on a Hill
While sitting on a hill one day Remembering my days of play, I saw a curious sight That I'll try to recall with all my might. The day was clear and bright and shining The horizon, fuzzy with white lace lining, And as the clear sun shone and the wind blustered As I lay surrounded by field mustard I dreamt of my childhood Filled with stories and exploring wildwood And when my eyes opened, a gift to see! An array of floating dreams for me. Clouds Puffy and nostalgic of my days running with an old paper kite Days of longing and silly spite Twilights of catching fireflies in the brush Nights when the birds were hushed. And now I saw them, floating above me As they did for little me And I searched among them for pictures Intently as a priest with holy scriptures. There’s a puppy, a rocket too, A fly, a cat, and a shoe, A tree, a phone, and a shell, Two bicycles, and a bell. And that beautiful day Where I was a child at play Watching those puffy, huge, inviting white, nostalgic, so soul igniting, Clouds
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
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