The Red Balloon
The red balloon, with air as you fill,
However hard you hold, rise it will;
When you cut the strings,
It soars as it had wings,
Its flight brings cheer and thrill.
It flies high in the blazing noon,
As if it might reach the moon;
A tiny little speck of red,
As across the sky it sped,
Fluttering away, the little red balloon.
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Poem a Week Challenge
PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
