From Spiggsy

From Spiggsy

Clouds Up High

With my old rod I am fishing, sitting waiting wishing;
That those watery folk below, were not my rig a’missing.

Throw out the line once more, this time I feel sure;
That I will meet success, ‘fore close the heavenly doors.

As I wait I gaze up high, to clouds floating in the sky;
Little drops of water tinier than you or I.

Seeing swirls like on a marble, beauty which has me marvel;
Next to nature’s artwork, s’clear words are merely garbles!

Wonders at these colours, does this solo fella;
Here ending with this question: will you listen to this caller?

Spiggsy © June 2013

2 Comments
  • Betty Lou "Sky Scoper" Sinclair

    June 17, 2013 at 6:46 pm

    Without a hit while you wait & sit > thank heavens for the heavens! The clouds amuse with time you lose & wonder why fish pass you by > but > you’ll always remember that amazing sky! *:) bls

  • Spiggsy

    June 19, 2013 at 1:19 am

    Cheers, Betty Lou.

    -S.

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