A Balloon Message Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A Balloon Message

Rating: 4.9


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
JoAnn McGrath 18 July 2007

Awe T........that just put a smile on my face and warmed my heart......what a great way to start my day.....thanks I needed that, , , , , : O)

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Ben Gieske 18 July 2007

Life is like that - sometimes we need just a nudge to communicate or, as in this case, to do something that we have never done before. This is proof that we should not abandon the old ways of communicating and, also, be imaginative in our methods. We don't always need the expensive kind. I am glad that you chose to write this in the same tone as would be expected of a farm lady who hardly ever writes and of school children. The character of the poem matches its realness.

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Tracker Ogryphon 25 February 2008

A touching poem between an elderly ladie and children. It is always a marval when you requests get answered and I am sure they loved every word. I did. Thanks Tracker

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shalu 27 August 2019

jagan lah eyda

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Walterrean Salley 12 August 2012

Enjoyed this little story with such great significance. How blessed the little farm lady. And how fortunate the school children.

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Wayne Bowen 17 January 2010

I really enjoyed the 'Balloon: ' message. What a great story. I could not stop reading it! You are talented and know how to make words come alive!

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DELETED NOW 18 June 2008

that's so happy it made my heart smile. have u heard of bottle messeges?

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Ben Gieske 25 February 2008

Therese, just think. You're poems are balloons travelling beyond many boundaries and to countries even far away. This makes me happy because your messages are so worth while - songs blowing in the breezes, inspiring others to write their lives in another way.

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