THE JOURNEY

The big striped balloon takes us high up in the air
We bounce around above the county fair.
It takes our breath as we float above the trees
We’ll never forget this trip through the gentle breeze.

In the basket we sway like we climbed out on a limb
It makes us seasick in far below things are real dim.
The earth looks very small as we move around
The journey seems short there’s a loud sound.

We’ll make a landing hang on tight as we glide
What a ride it was today in the sky so wide.
We’ll dream again to be like a bird so high
To lift our wings as angels flying beneath the sky.

© Johanna Fields 04/15/2008