linked to Short Story Slam

Laying on that grass, looking at the sky, along comes a balloon way up high.

It was covered with dots, of all sorts of colors, flown by kids, probably brought by their mothers.

If you look to the left, maybe a yard or two, you’ll see a horse, along with its shoe.

Down on the ground families watch, a sparkle of awe in the children’s eyes.

The balloons take their journey, up in the sky, they float across the park, and every one waves good-bye.

They land gracefully, maybe with a thump.

These balloons will stay grounded until it is again, time to fly.

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