Beneath the Blue Sky
On a lovely clear day at a county fair,
the balloons were all ready to take to the air.
We watched as the burner flames flickered up high,
then passengers boarded and waved us goodbye.
The balloons all ascended and finally took flight.
In vibrant striped colors, a rainbow delight.
Propelled by wind currents they gracefully fly,
like sailboats at sea beneath the blue sky.
From wicker gondolas gazing down on the land,
their magical trip will no doubt be grand.
With the sun on their face and wind through their hair,
in a hot air balloon, how I wish I was there.
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