Our poem of the month

“Clouds” by Christina Rossetti 

Video of young man reading poem
Here’s the text in case you would like to practice together!

Clouds

White sheep, white sheep, 

On a blue hill, 

When the wind stops, 

You all stand still. 

When the wind blows, 

You walk away slow. 

White sheep, white sheep, 

Where do you go?

by Christina Georgina Rossetti