I go to the meadow,
I sit all the day long,
I watch the clouds pass by,
Wondering how long,
Just wanting to see you,
To hear again your voice,
For even though I'm a sheep,
I can still dream,
wishing you were here,
Wishing I was there,
But even though I'm a sheep,
all I can do,
Is sit here and wait,
and maybe you will wait or try,
While I sit here,
And watch the Clouds go by.
I'm bored...
so here is a little sheep watching the clouds.
Comments / Crit. welcome
Watching the clouds go by poem (c) me
Picture (c) me




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