Fog

The same friend, Alice, laid down a challenge to write a poem on fog (well about fog anyway!) without using the words "mist" or "blanket" (so watch out for them!)

I have never flown
Never been in a plane
What is it like to fly through a cloud?

But then that’s where fog comes in
I don’t need to leave the ground,
I can put my arms out and fly through that cloud.

I can run in a field away from all else
Get lost and disorientated
I can spin round and round and shout really loud

My feet are still on the gound
But that doesn't matter,
in my excitement I blank it

Who needs a plane?
With a great imagination
Nothing is missed!