A Clouds Tale

Some readers might think they recognise this post – I haven’t reposted it.  This poem was an inspiration for a “Tale of a Kite”

The clouds were playing in the clear blue sky
when one got frustrated with one of his toys
he’d found it on a stretch of sand
and was quite happy watching it fall and land
but try as he might he couldn’t make it fly
and gave aloud a little cry
Said mother nature to the lad
“now now little one its not all a fuss
the tail needs untangling – it could have been worse”
She fixed it up with bits of shell
washed up plastic , and marble as well
and when all was well, the cloud blew it in the air
playing in th’sunshine without a care