Clouds
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Peta Booth, Grade 5, St Josephs
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Poetry
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2000
3rd in the 'Watch Out! 2000' competition
No one can tell me
Nobody knows,
Where the clouds come from?
Where the clouds go?
If I let go of the string of my kite
Then it would blow for a day and a night
And then I would find it wherever it lay
And I’d know that the clouds were going that way.
So then I could tell them
Where the clouds go
But where the clouds come from,
Nobody knows.