Balloons Poem by Phil Soar

Balloons

Rating: 5.0


The man with the balloons, stood alone amongst the crowd,
The boy, in sheer excitment, saw the man and cried aloud,
Then tugging at his father's sleeve, his face a shining glow
He stared into his father's eyes, and pointed at the way to go.

He never asked, he didn't have to; he could not hear or say,
The message would get through though, in it's very special way
The man was getting nearer as they strode across the ground,
His little face could light the streets for many miles around.

He could not hear his fathers words, but looked into the skies
Until the man with the balloons bent down before his eyes
He gestured; Take your pick, the youngster took the biggest one,
His father paid and turned around, his little boy had gone.

He struggled through the swelling crowd, his eyes were everywhere
Until he saw that huge balloon, just hanging in the air
The boy was sitting down nearby, a picture of content,
His father looked and smiled, and though his money was well spent.

Sunday, August 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Family
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 20 October 2020

You have amazingly observed the balloon sellers amongst the crowd. His little face could light the streets for many miles although he could not hear his father. He looked at the sky. Inside the crowd the little boy struggled a lot. This poem is thought provoking and this makes us emotional.....5 stars..

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