Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Imaginations





Imaginations

The menagerie of animals,
We can see up in the sky,
Are only limited by the things
We see in our minds’ eye.
A cat, a dog, a bird on wing.
It really could be any old thing!
Wild or tame, caged or free
A magnificent zoo as ever could be.
The fascination doesn’t stop there
For you could see a lamp or chair.
Any thing can be found, you see,
In the clouds above the trees.
Grandpa snoring on his bed
A little child who’s bowed her head
A girl with long flowing hair
Two lovers kissing in the air
Cloudy sculptures fill the sky
While my imaginations fly.


By Carolynn J. Scully
© 2009