Have you ever considered clouds?  They are truly amazing and beautiful, almost a landscape in themselves with their ever changing shapes and shades.  They are so mysterious and transient.  You can really let your imagination run wild and free, seeing all kinds of things – I once saw one that looked just like a crocodile.

Whilst I was walking, and taking photographs of course, it occurred to me how they are never still – in fact I waited for them to get into just the right position in my photograph below so that they echoed the shape of the hills.  Then, without stopping, they continued on their merry way.  Its amazing to think that someone else might have taken a picture with this same cloud formation, maybe someone from another county or even country.

Well it inspired me to wax lyrical and compose another poem as I walked so I thought I would post it today.  Hope you like it :)!



Little cotton wool balls, way up high,
The fluffy white clouds scud across the sky,
Leaving no trace, just the blue,
Of where they have been or where they go to.

Where do they go when they are gone
From my view, having moved along,
To another place, another scene,
To other eyes and lands so green.

They have no time for standing still,
But they go nowhere of their own free will,
Carried aloft on warmth and wind,
With never a thought, never mind.

Like ships afloat the changing tide,
They have no engines, they just glide,
Where do they come from? I cannot say,
Where do they go at the end of the day?

You and I can sit on a stile
To take in the view and rest awhile,
Clouds do not have that luxury,
They just move on, constantly.

To hidden places a secret from me,
Perhaps not England, another country?
Those clouds that have enhanced my view
May feature in others’ pictures too.

And when their journey is finally done,
Do they die or just fade with the sun?


Thanks for stopping by and reading the ramblings of The Dorset Rambler.

Until next time,
Your friend
The Dorset Rambler.

All photographs, poems and words in this blog are the copyright of The Dorset Rambler and must not be reproduced without permission.


  1. Lovely! And yes I agree, clouds form little patterns like they have a life of their own. I love to cloud-watch even when I was a child but each time I tried to tell someone what I saw in the skies, they told me I was being silly. I guess not, eh? 😉 It’s all up to the imagination!

  2. Hi, Terry. This is Sandra Conner, but I am contacting you from my new poetry blog on the “Blogger” site. I have been having a lot of trouble with getting my posts to look the way I want on WP the past few months, so I’m trying out “Blogger.” They give a great deal more variety and choice with font style and size without having to fool with the HTML code. Evidently the only way I can get better control here is to get into the HTML, and I don’t want to get into that degree of technology. So I’m experimenting. But I wanted to comment on this post, so I decided I’d try it this way and find out if it works.

    I love the poem. The idea that the same clouds we are seeing and photographing will likely be observed and photographed by other people miles away, possibly even in other countries, is fascinating — and true.

    Your last photo is outstanding! That is a rare and unique shot. Lovely post, as usual.

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