Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

Green clouds, blue skies,

Grandma’s baking apple pies.

Grandma once said, “If the clouds are green,

Someone out there is being really mean.”

I have yet to see a green cloud in the sky;

Yet, I can smell Grandma’s baking pies.

I think Grandma’s way of saying, “out of my way.”

While she peeled and baked apple pies all day.

She would bake so many pies;

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

She sells at the county fair;

I wish, to go there.

Too many people, Grandma tells me,

She can’t keep watch over me, you see.

So, I’ll just keep looking for green clouds in blue skies.

While my grandma’s at the fair, selling her yummy apple pies!