Theresa Ann Moore
A Balloon Message - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
A balloon slowly descended toward the ground.
Before touching down, its string tangled around.
On a low tree branch… it could no longer float.
Attached to the balloon was a neatly written note.
A farmer lady walked steadily toward the location.
Her path followed a routine of daily exploration.
Today, the stroll would become uniquely changed.
A withering balloon beckoned and rearranged.
The farmer lady saw the unusual ornament hanging.
It was like a dazzling, shiny, silver bell clanging.
It seemed out of place and demanded examination.
Upon inspection, it required immediate liberation.
An attached message was securely tied and protected.
In spite of the weather conditions, it was unaffected.
The penciled note was a carefully printed request.
'If you respond to our letter, we’ll be very impressed.'
Young students had a project conducted by their teacher.
Ten airborne balloons were freed with a distinct feature.
'Please write and let us know where our balloon landed.
And if you would, tell us a little about yourself… be candid.'
The elderly lady smiled and put the letter in her pocket.
Later, she sat down at the kitchen table and looked closer at it.
She never wrote letters, but this would be to be an exception.
It was her delight to be a part of an unusual communication.
The address of the school was a state away… on the boundary.
Steadying her hand, she set out to give an answer to the quandary.
Your balloon found its way to my farm out in the quiet country.
It was by a lane, suspended in the branches of an apple tree.
I am a widow doing my best to take care of myself; living all alone.
It was my pleasure to find your balloon in my zip code zone.
The response was placed in an envelope and sent the next day.
The lady wondered what the children and their teacher would say.
The next week a plump package was received in the mailbox.
The woman read the return address as she passed the hollyhocks.
Once inside, it was the package she opened before the other mail.
To her surprise there were twenty-eight letters printed in detail.
Farmer Lady, thanks for your letter. It was a very nice one.
Your letter was the only one that we receive from anyone.
My class was excited to learn that you live eighty miles away.
You’re a nice lady. You have made third graders happy today.
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