The Bubble Gum Clouds!
This poem is in honor of memories at Grammy Gibbs’ home in Maine where my sister, Lucy, and I used to swing on the hammock in the summer watching the clouds. Yvonne Gibbs Fellows Perrault also took pictures of clouds and captured narratives and poems in small photo albums.
The Bubble Gum Clouds!
Oh, the Bubble Gum Clouds!
Come swing on the hammock
To the Bubble Gum Clouds!
The mushroom and billow
Like fluffy soft pillows.
The GROW and shrink
Until you think
They will disappear.
Then, they swirl and pop
Like they are really hot
And we get caught up
In our imagination!
Salmon and pink,
Dusty blue, black as ink.
There’s nothing better
Than a swing to the Bubble Gum Clouds
I think.
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- Renewable energy
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- Farming goes on.
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- Through a haze.
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- Stable air mass passes over land.
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- White on blue
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- Two air masses.
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- Early morning storm.
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- Rainbow
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- Rose and purple sky.
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- Capturing sunset over Cedar Lake, Iowa.
Oh I loved The Bubble Gum Clouds! Brought back so memories of almost being late to school. In those days we walked and I can remember stopping and turning slowly all around to catch them all in the beauty of their colors and ever changing shapes. What a joy. Thank you for the wonderful pictures and memories.
Thank you!
Oh I loved The Bubble Gum Clouds! Brought back so memories of almost being late to school. In those days we walked and I can remember stopping and turning slowly all around to catch them all in the beauty of their colors and ever changing shapes. What a joy. Thank you for the wonderful pictures and memories.