Portals Below

Portals Below by john clare

Nathaniel and I took a stroll
We came to these portals down below
Beckoning to the two
Smiling at us through the blue.
Well, we took a deep breath
And from the world above we left.
First we saw this leopard frog
And then the little talking dog.
He told us we were just in time,
This is the spot for the cloud journey line.
So we stood and along came an Owl,
He said, "Tickets! Tickets! with a scowl.
"That's just grand!"
I said to the little talking canine,
How in this world
Can a ticket be unfurled?
"Silly ones!" he barked, "Old Owl is
just calling for the fat, little ticks!"
Soon the bloody little boogers arrived,
And we embarked on the journey into
the watery skies.
Hooked tightly upon our little cloud
Oh My! We were full of eeews and wows!
We swooshed about through the air
We even dive bombed a cat and
gave him stand up hair!
We rode for what seemed hours and hours
Then we gently set down among some dogwood
flowers.
We thanked Mr Owl for letting us ride the
little clouds.
He only smiled and so politely bowed.
And so we walked about till we found our
portal place
It wasn't long before we pushed up into
the world of haste.
We were only gone but for a blink,
And as we explained our absence,
We gave each other a knowing wink.
Now if you find us one moment on a stroll
down the puddled road
And then all of a sudden you see
a hopping toad,
Wait a wink and n'er fear
We are only visiting the world of
n'er a frown and n'er a tear.