Whilst recently clearing out a cupboard at home, I came across this poem by Lexy Higgins, deemed Northern Ireland’s answer to Pam Ayres, so thought I’d share it with you.
Where Do Balloons Go?
By Lexy Higgins
Where do balloons go?
I’d really like to know.
As they float high into the sky
My suspense begins to grow.
They may linger around a little
Or sail off very quick.
But how high can they really go?
It’s a very special trick.
Do they hover above the clouds?
Do they see angels in the sky?
I suppose I’ll never know that
Until the day I die.
Do balloons land on the moon?
Do they gather in outer space?
Is there a piece of sky somewhere, saying
“Welcome to Balloons’Place!”?
Balloons mean happy occasions.
They say let’s celebrate,
They say hello or thank you
Or yes, that is the date.
So next time you see a balloon
Floating on its way.
Stop and ask this question....
“Where is he gliding to today?”
Do you have a favourite poem or song about balloons?
Rachel, Balloonologist