For Children

Eliza Reed

Beneath the Clouded Sky

7th & 8th Grade Poetry Honorable Mention

A city spread beneath the clouded sky.
Heavy clouds blocking the sun’s weak rays
As through the hanging fog, a lost balloon strays.
From concrete rooftops, ragged pigeons fly
To peck the garbage left by passersby.
Opened umbrellas hustle through the haze,
They hurry on, no time for rainy days.
So seems this Sunday to another eye.
But me, I see a landscape full of dreams,
It doesn’t matter that the sky’s not blue,
Happy days don’t need the sun, it seems
To make the world look brilliant and new.
The mist is shimmering, every raindrop gleams;
Strange, isn’t it, what happiness can do.