Oh, that is  lovely....I have never seen clouds but somehow I imagine them 
to be like a mound of cotton candy...a big fluffy pillow taking various 
shapes but freely floating in the breeze...but what abouut when it rains do 
clouds look angry then, what would describe them when a storm is about to 
happen?
Rhonda
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From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wednesday, June 09, 2010 4:06 PM
Subject: Don't Laugh when You Read This


> 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.
>
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