Caroling Dusk/Sky Pictures

by Mary Effie Lee Newsome

SKY PICTURES

Sometimes a right white mountainOr great soft polar bear,Or lazy little flocks of sheepMove on in the blue air.The mountains tear themselves like floss,The bears all melt away.The little sheep will drift apartIn such a sudden way.And then new sheep and mountains come.New polar bears appearAnd roll and tumble on againUp in the skies so clear.The polar bears would like to getWhere polar bears belong. The mountains try so hard to standIn one place firm and strong.The little sheep all want to stopAnd pasture in the sky,But never can these things be done,Although they try and try!