Fluffy white clouds way up high
a silver dart jets through the sky
reclining in my garden, lost in thought
I dream, I wonder what shores it sought
Some faraway place exotic in flavour
some distant shores whose spices we savour
silvery beaches with white capped waves lapping
tall upright palms bowing and swaying
Maybe I’m wrong and its city bound
dusty, noisy plagued with sound
overcrowded, busy teeming with life
all seeking to bring stress and strife
Maybe it’s off to extremes of the earth
Inhospitable regions suffering a dearth
frozen landscapes, spreading desert sands
high mountain ranges majestic and grand
Maybe it’s not heading anywhere
maybe it’s homeward bound
with everyone on board in agreement
how good it will feel to kiss home ground
Laurena Pamela Willetts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daydreaming-18/
