Hot Air Balloon

The air up here

Is cold and thin

It cools my throat

When I breathe in,

And when I breathe

The air back out,

A cloud it forms

 - Steam from a spout.

 

The sky up here

Is mighty blue,

With fluffy clouds

(It must breathe too)

That float on by

Without a care,

To someplace else

I know not where.

 

The sounds up here

Seem somewhat hushed,

I drift along

- I shan’t be rushed,

And listen to

The roaring air,

Which fills the cloth

Above me there.

 

This cloth I watch,

This round balloon,

Which takes me up

High as the moon,

And now I’ll know

What it is like

To be a bird

That is in flight.

 

I look below

Down at the ground,

At the fields, which

Hedges surround,

At the grass, and

The bare branched trees,

And at the piles

Of fallen leaves.

 

I can just hear

The traffic which

Winds down below

Next to a pitch,

Where coloured dots,

In red or white,

Play sport, while the

Spectators fight

 

But now it’s time

To return home,

For mummy waits

- She’s all alone,

And so my dear

Hot Air Balloon,

I regret that I

Must leave so soon.

 

But life goes on,

And so must I,

Though I will not

Forget the sky,

And then one day,

When I am old,

I will return

To gates of gold.

 

 

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

how perfect! I've always wanted to go in an hotair balloon so much and you described it better than I can imagine. I'm just annoyed that you got in and wrote a poem about one before i could. LOVE IT though.

Now I know you didn't ask for it ms Mason and I know you dont like it when people tell you what you can change, but a bit of construstive critisim from your biggest fan surely won't agrivate you too much? I just think that if you changed "And so my dear

Hot Air Balloon,

I regret I

Must leave so soon."
to
And so my dear

Hot Air Balloon,

I regret THAT I

Must leave so soon.

it would be easier to read. Thas all im sayin. that's it. I hope a didnt offend you TOO much.

BUT I LOVE THIS POEM.



ALOT.




MUCHOS.





BEACOUP.




XXX