Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Poem - A Big Red Balloon

A Big Red Balloon

The strangest thing happened last Friday at noon;
It began with a boy and his big red balloon.

I watched as he walked down the street with great care,
Protecting his prize from the sun’s red hot glare.

Just as the bells of the church started pealing,
He floated straight up past the puffy cloud ceiling.

I heard that he landed far, far away,
In a town that serves cookies and milk every day.

I’m thinking of buying a big red balloon,
And might take a walk next Friday at noon.


  1. Thanks for a big smile! I'll read it to the boy this afternoon. :)

  2. Rita - you need to write a poetry book for children!! Love it! xo

  3. Thank you both. I'm working on some ideas. Maybe self-publishing. We'll see. It gives me joy to share them.

  4. It's Friday, shall we go for a walk? Cookies and milk would be lovely!