Laying on a Hillside

Laying on a Hillside

Laying on a hillside

our eyes drift towards the sky

Gazing upon the billowy white

floating over our heads

Our imaginations run wild

as the clouds take their shape

The circus of animals dance along

slowly fading into the blue

Faces with exaggerated noses

and chins make us giggle

Cars zoom by with their racecar shape

leaving a trail of smoke

The ghosts haunt us

while they linger in our midst

Laying on a hillside

there is no right or wrong answer

We each see what we see

and no one objects

The freedom of imagination

is a beautiful thing

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Movie Master 5 years ago from United Kingdom

Fabulous poem, I love watching the clouds it's so relaxing and you can just let your imagination run away with you!

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cre8ivOne 5 years ago from Midwest, USA Author

Hi Movie Master

That's so true, cloud watching is a magical time. : )

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