Balloon
ruth dixon
My Daddy bought me a balloon
From the balloon man in the park
Before the night turned on the moon
To light the dark
It let me pull it to our hill,
And I held tight onto the string
And hung it in the sky as still
As anything
But when some little breezes blew
it tugged and tugged, so I would know
Just what it wanted me to do
Then I let go.
And up and up into the sky
I saw it flying very far
And knew that my balloon would try
To reach a star.
