Roll by my window tall.
White, marshmallow fluffy mounds
Are my favorite ones of all.
Study constantly to remember
Just how magnificent they are.
Sometimes I feel I can touch them.
Alas, they are too far.
Painting lovely clouds is my hobby.
Practice it night and morn.
They bring joy to my being
If ever I am forlorn.
Whenever I show my paintings
To someone that I like
I go back into my studio
To stroke another strike.
Hanging on our walls
My pictures are to me
Scenes that do bring memories
Of places I remember traveling oversees.
Others are from America
When we took a trip year long.
America is so gorgeous
I'm happy to belong!
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