This red balloon with broken string is floating into the sky, <br />I watch it swaying and jerking, as it enters the atmosphere, <br />Lost sadly to this earth of ours, it now says a last goodbye, <br />Sailing towards the fleecy clouds, it invites the wind to steer. <br /> <br />Had a small hand let go the string, so escape was rather fast, <br />Twirling away, those powerful currents assuring a final climb. <br />Slowly receding into the blue, disappearing back to the past, <br />Lost in that extensive vast place, a gap in space and time. <br /> <br />Unencumbered now, it unhurriedly continues to journey on, <br />Perhaps it was a child's treasure, a simple pleasing thing, <br />Thinking about it, to whom I wonder, did it once belong, <br />This red balloon, that's floating with a trailing broken string. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-red-balloon/
