My Mum wrote this poem when she was little and had it published in the NZ Woman's Weekly.
The Sky
The sun is a bright streak filling the sky
The sky is the sparkling sea
The clouds are white boats sailing by
Everything up there is free.
My Mum wrote this poem when she was little and had it published in the NZ Woman's Weekly.
The Sky
The sun is a bright streak filling the sky
The sky is the sparkling sea
The clouds are white boats sailing by
Everything up there is free.