A little girl told me this fact,

     So surely it is true:

It’s really bread clouds floating past

     Across our skies of blue.

 

If adults could but see this bread

     That floats right overhead,

We’d also see our lovely world

     Through children’s eyes instead.

 

 

Copyright on my poems

POEMS FOR YOUNGER CHILDREN

 

By Josie Whitehead

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