Bengal tiger, Chinese dragon,
Asian elephant, African lion,
Sea of fire, lake of salt –
The clouds can take on any form!
Now white pillows on a blue sheet,
Now speeding space ships, wherever from,
And now a grey ceiling blocking the sun’s heat –
I love to watch the clouds transform!
Back when I was a young lad,
Rather than play football or skip ropes,
I used to lie on the grass, facing skywards,
Just to see the clouds perform!
I’ve seen Washington crossing the Delaware
And Jesus Christ giving a sermon.
’Saw Napoleon at Waterloo but before I could yell, “Beware!”,
The clouds changed again, as is their norm!
This poem appears in Alexander's poetry anthology, 'The Moon is Made of Green Cheese':