Angela Wybrow Poems
|162.||The Deceiving Sun||5/10/2013|
|164.||My Constant Companion||5/10/2013|
|166.||On Equal Ground||5/20/2013|
|169.||The Singing Exam||6/18/2013|
|171.||The Seller Of Dreams||7/5/2013|
|179.||Goodbye To Summer||9/8/2013|
|180.||Poetry In Motion||5/21/2013|
|192.||Fear Of Falling||10/20/2013|
|196.||The Perfect Granny||12/19/2013|
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Hot Air Balloon
I saw a hot air balloon flying over my house:
Most of the time, it was as quiet as a mouse,
But, every so often, its burners suddenly roared,
And higher, up into the sky, it suddenly soared.
My excitement, I found hard to keep at bay,
As, a hot air balloon, you don't see every day.
A passenger balloon floating through the air,
For me, is so special, as the sight is so rare.
The sight of the balloon, filled me with delight,
And I stood watching it, until it flew out of sight.
My eyes were stuck to the balloon, just like glue,
As it floated across ...
When I received a letter from my Dad,
Saying he didn't want to meet,
I decided to go and confront him.
I wasn't going to admit defeat.
'I told you in my letter not to come.
I thought I made that perfectly clear!
It would never work. I don't even know you, '
Were not the words I'd hoped to hear.