My life, like the clouds,
Sometimes, so full of activity,
like a puffy cumulus cloud.
Sometimes, thin –
too stretched out,
Streaked-with-gray cloud days
Sunny with a splash of clouds,
calm weather days:
clear, fine, and still.
Then, winds carry my cloud away
along with all the clouds in the sky.
On these days, I feel myself disappearing.
I reach out but with no anchor, I drift away.
My life is like a cloud –
beautiful, lonely, full of promise.
wandering on a field of blue –
hoping to catch a glimpse of what I might miss
if my feet were firmly planted on the ground.
I dedicate this poem to Catherine Gehman and her fourth-grade writers in Gilbertsville Elementary School in Boyertown Area School District. Mrs. Gehman suggested writing about how our life is like clouds in a Continuity session for the Pennsylvania Writing & Literature Project. During that session, I first wrote this piece as a notebook entry in paragraph form. Revisiting my notebook, something I often like to do, I decided to create a found poem from it. This month I am posting a poem each day to celebrate National Poetry Month. Here are some wonderful resources for inspiring kids to read and write poems.