(Today I thought of balloons after seeing this picture goes swishing on by...)
The Balloon
- I went to the park
- And I bought a balloon.
- It sailed through the sky
- Like a large orange moon.
- It bumped and it fluttered
- And swam with the clouds.
- Small birds flew around it
- In high chirping crowds.
- It bounced and it balanced
- And bowed with the breeze.
- It skimmed past the leaves
- On the top of the trees.
- And then as the day
- Started turning to night
- I gave a short jump
- And I held the string tight
- And home we all sailed
- Through the darkening sky
- The orange balloon, the small birds
- And I.
I was sad
I went to the park
I saw a balloon floating
- Away with my worries.
- Ghostwise
“Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon”
- Winnie the Pooh
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