There is a place of cotton candy clouds,
great puffs of pink and yellow, orange & blue,
where children gather 'round and join in crowds
to dream of fun things, ever young and new.
A misty
place along the Amazon,
where
rainbow feathers cover pretty birds,
sweet
fruits galore they harvest by the ton,
and
poets swirl rhymed colors with their words.
If
I could choose a sky to to fly unto
I'd
rest upon a cotton candy cloud
and
dream of pretty things to be and do
like
peacock fans, forever free and proud.
Anne
Bryant-Hamon
March
5, 1999