The Balloons
THE BALLOONS
Holding hands together we went out
Into the school yard with the kids one day
And we held a lot of colored balloons ready to fly
Posed for photos for parents then ready to launch
They were excited and frolicking as we counted down
Five four three two one and let them go
Up they went, fast and in different directions, but all
Loosely held together as if by invisible threads
And growing bigger as they ascended
Different colors and sizes, different speeds of ascent
One or two went way ahead, one or two somewhat behind
They reached as high as possible in one direction then
The breeze took them and they became scattered,
Glowing in the sun and freedom
Till we lost sight of them; but I am sure
They went on to become even bigger and faster.
Then we went back into the classroom, loosely held together
As if by invisible threads.
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NOTE
This is a true episode from about six months ago in my school.
A schoolteacher does have invisible ties to his pupils,
often long after they have flown, and reached their own heights.
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