Balloon Flight

• Rosemary Nash, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2008

As I am on,
This flying thing,
I feel a gentle touch,
Of a delicate wing,
When I look up there's nothing there,
Only me soaring through the air,
I feel light like a feather,
Floating through candy floss weather,
I think to myself with a contented sigh,
This feeling is something money can't buy,
I drift back from my day dreams as I start to descend,
And I realise this wonderful journey has to end,
But in my memory it will never fade away,
As long as there are fluffy, white clouds on a beautiful day.