Laying on our backs
In a meadow
On a sunny summer's day
My friends and I
Looked up dreamily
At the sky's billowing clouds,
Saying,
"Hey, that looks like an elephant."
Or
"It's sure shaped like
Ms. Sharpe, my home room teacher."
Ah, these were the days
When youth and fun
Were limitless, and
There was no
Bounds to creativity,
Dreams and imagination.