Hi Phil, I love that a lot.

I always picture clouds and being squeezable and like cotton.

I always loved it when Vernon use to describe clowds to me.

They are like pillows. lol.

Blessings,

Pat Ferguson
At 03:06 PM 6/9/2010, you wrote:
>In my senior year of public high school, it was in English 
>literature class, one of which I hated because of all the boring 
>reading, but one day I hit upon a poem called, The Clouds, by 
>Shelly.  I have it posted on my website because I refer to it in one 
>of my inner healing testimonies.
>In a followup message, I offer the direct link to the real poem 
>Shelly wrote, that is, the good one.
>
>One day, a few weeks ago, I was in a very weird mood and I ran 
>across Shelly's poem on the clouds and so I read it again.  I'm 
>referring to "The Cloud" by Percy Shelley 1820; his wife wrote 
>Frankenstein; the only classic I loved.  His poem is much longer 
>than mine, of course, because I hated poetry in high school, both 
>reading and writing it.  Hence, I wrote poorly but always got B 
>grades in English classes.
>
>As I was saying, I was in this odd mood, which I have no words to 
>describe, but after once again reading Shelly's poem on the clouds, 
>I started to write my own version but with more of a Christian 
>flavor.  So below is my version of the Clouds.
>
>
>The Clouds
>
>By Phil Scovell
>
>
>I wish I was a cloud so high, a flock of birds rise to fly,
>Over mountains peaks, land and sea, soaring to destiny.
>Air so light with substance be, Silent ship sailing free,
>Skies above so deep and blue, It couldn't be with effort do.
>Changing shapes so differently, Never knowing what to be,
>Floating so naturally, rain to fall they want to be.
>Refreshing, cleanse the plain, renew the land so dry and totally,
>Crops to grow and harvest be, thank the clouds eternally.
>Made by God to sore so free, by His Word they were to be,
>All the years they've come and gone, always present never wrong.
>Even in the darkest night, silently they float aflight,
>Change they will from time to time, if but a bell they would try to chime.
>Always look to see their shape, Up we always look to see their state,
>Never on the ground to be, but flying high infinity.
>One of God's cloud, please make me be,
>Fly so high, nearer God I want to be.