The Sky

The Sky On the flatland on the western coast where the wind blows unhindered by mountains and forest, I think for the first I saw how limitless the sky was. I was by a milk ram, waiting for the driver from the local diary to pick up the two milk churns I had brought. This was long ago and if the driver had a puncture the milk might turn sour and only fit for animals. Even though I was young the sky instilled in me an understanding- a forgiving nature of man-basically we all want the same a clean sky free of hate and racism, because every morning wherever you are we see the same sky, sometimes bright and at times dark but it is always including.