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Timothy Mock

Upon The Clouds

My mind wanders,
I can feel the winter chill,
Running down my spine,
Leaves encircle me,
Like the planets circle the sun.

I am floating into the air,
Like an eagle soaring on mighty wings.
I am drifting among clouds,
Like wood on water.
The sun is above me,
A storm surges below me.

Lightening flashes below,
Heavy torrents crash upon the earth,
The low rumble of thunder,
The sound of war drums,
Raindrops shoot down like bullets,
Punishing the inhabitants.

I am safe,
Upon the clouds,
Watching and waiting,
To return to the ground,

Suddenly,
My eyes open.
I have been dreaming,
Now I am late for class.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]