Another lovely poem from Enid for you this week.
The Clouds
On the grass I love to lie
And watch the clouds go sailing by;
Many things they seem to me,
Foam blown off a fairy sea,
Downy feathers from a goose,
Fleecy lambs wandering loose,
Scatterings of thistledown,
Snippings from a pixy’s gown,
Softly, silently the pass,
Trailing shadows on the grass.
But when the clouds I watch are low,
Dark and darker still they grow.
Thistledown no longer they
But cloaks for witches, wild and grey,
Purple tower vast and grand,
Clouds like hills from Giant Land
In whose inky depths there lie
Glints of lightning’s wicked eye.
Torn and ragged, wild and fast
The thunder clouds go racing past.
Fiona
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I do love these poems, Stef, they are so descriptive.
Francis
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This poem is written by Enid Blyton or by you?
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Its a poem by Enid Blyton herself Ayeshaiz.
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Thank you. Is there a website where I can find poems written by Enid Blyton?
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I don’t believe that there is! Only here and the Enid Blyton society might have poems written by her available to view.
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okay thanks! good work keep it up!
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its good
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I love his poems
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