Ballooning

• Celeste Alderson-Fletcher, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2021

Where's it going?
It was so close just a moment ago,
And now it's streaming through the sky.
Round as the world, filled with just Helium,
String flowing right behind.
From my grip to that dome of deep blue,
Penetrating all clouds that come its way.
Will it get pierced, ripped or felled?
Or continue? I don't know.
Sailing for forever and a day,
Probably propelled with determination.
Suddenly it catches and the air inside is gone!
What's that? It's a balloon!
Flat as the ground, soon without Helium,
String dangling right behind.
Soon... we'll all do the Hot Air Balloon.