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My Sky Over The Years
A poem
I sang of the star which was,
“Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky”.
And of homes on the range,
“Where the skies are not cloudy all day”.
Wrote about “Uncle Sun” with his smiling face,
Who brought day and night without fail.
Beheld the joy of flying a kite,
On August days with smiles bright.
Shouted with joy at rainbows,
And thought that clouds formed shapes galore.
Over the years, my sky changed too,
And became my stratosphere,
And the place for the ozone layer,
Or Orion and the Big Dipper.
But no matter how old I grow,
I’ll always be thankful,
To the beautiful sky,
That is always there,
For all of us,
And wish with all my heart,
“Oh! May I always laugh and sing,
Beneath God’s clear blue sky”
This poem first appeared in “The Nation” (a local newspaper in Sri Lanka) on 20th July 2014…
