I See Skies of Blue and Clouds of White

Sky over Provence, La Med, Loch Lomond

AnElephantCant stop contemplating the sky
Though most folk say it is over his head
He likes to savour each drop
As he gazes up
Unless of course he’s at home in his bed

Le ciel over La Med is quite dreamlike
With the occasional wisp of a cloud way up there
Floating gently as high
As AnElephant’s eye
Or a balloon with no string and no care

The night delivers an alternative vista
Diamonds sparkling in silver moonlight
AnElephant’s eyes keenly scan it
Seeking out the Red Planet
Once again admiring Vincent’s Starry Night

Wee Birdy by Phil Burns

This is Wee Birdy’s natural environment
Swifts and swallows perform to great cheers
Even duckies and gooses
Know thermals have their uses
An albatross stays aloft seven years

In Scotland the sky is much darker
Covered in low hanging menacing cloud
The promise of snow
Brings AnElephant woe
He knows the future may be thunderously loud

But the blue Scottish sky in the springtime
Has a gentle tranquillity all of its own
AnElephant reminisces
Of childhood summers he misses
When days were long and the sun always shone