Grandmother White.....

P.H.Rose

          Grandmother White......

(apologies for the upside down pic)


Above my house, so high and light.
You hover slow, an amazing sight.
In every country, I see you there.
As I look up, and cannot help but stare.
You are many shapes, that I recognise.
From a smiling face, to a ships sinking demise.
An alien vessel, or a mountain side,
A barking dog or fun carousel ride.
I saw you swallow, a passenger plane.
But release it with, nothing more to gain.
To me you are, a most beautiful sight.
That I miss so much, during the fall of light.
We see you when, your not best pleased.
From white to black, you turn with anger seized.
You wrap our world, with a white soft glove.
And keep us safe, from nothing good above.....
Swimming around our globe so high,
You are to me, the whales of my sky.
As I leave this world, and begin my climb.
I hope you join me grandmother, with your hand in mine.

  • Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 22nd, 2017 05:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: i was sat outside a friends House the other day and saw This amazing sight, I got me Thinking of this poem about The other natural occurrence Our wonderful world has to Offer..... it's also a bit of a Follow up to Grandfather Green..
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write, looking up into the sky brings so many wonderful sights and memories.

    • P.H.Rose

      Totally agree GF60
      The sky it very beautiful
      I have a picture of when
      Me and my good lady
      Visited Bolton castle
      In the dales it looks like
      A massive alien falling
      To earth.. I'll post it on
      One of my future poems.
      Thank you for that lovely
      Comment.. I am very happy
      Today...

      • Goldfinch60

        We too have been to Bolton Abbey, we spent many years going to the Dales in holiday, we very nearly moved there!

      • 4 more comments

      • Michael Edwards

        Looking up - one of our greatest joys - and never ever the same. Super words PH

        • P.H.Rose

          Thank you Michael
          Trees and clouds
          Two of my favourite
          Things...

        • Louis Gibbs

          I, too, share your fascination with clouds ... beautiful creations, aren't they! And so many things can be seen in them, as your fine poem conveys. Well done, P.H.!

          • P.H.Rose

            Thank you Louis
            For that great comment

          • ShannonXx

            This is an amazing write! Well done

            • P.H.Rose

              Thank you Shannon
              If you look with eyes
              Wide open there so
              Many things to write
              About....

            • FredPeyer

              This must be the most beautiful description of clouds I have ever read.

              • P.H.Rose

                Thank you so much Fred
                That comment made my day

                • P.H.Rose

                  This was a bit of a follow on
                  From my poem
                  Grandfather Green.. about a
                  Huge oak tree near my house
                  If you have time I would love
                  You to read it and let me know
                  What you think... thank you.



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