Floating High

Maurice G By Maurice G, 16th Jan 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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a short poem about flying in a hot air balloon, starting off at night and landing in the day. And the dream of growing wings for travel.

Floating High

Floating gently in the sky,
And alone I did fly,
Sitting in my air balloon,
Getting closer to the moon,
Darkness came from all around,
Not a whisper, not a sound.

Through the night I did fly,
And the clouds were passing by,
Earth below and stars above,
All the things I did love,
Took some pictures of the scene,
To remember where I`d been.


A Wish for Wings

Many hours had just gone,
For the sun now did shone,
I could see the the land below,
My balloon began to slow,
It was time for me to land,
On the golden shifting sand.

Wish I could grow some wings,
In the sky I would sing,
It`s a dream , wont come true,
Thinking of the things I`d do,
Like travel at no cost,
Bet I`d get so lost !

Maurice G

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Meet the author

author avatar Maurice G
I am retired, have worked in the leisure industry for abpout 40 tears, I am married with 2 grown up biproducts.
In this trade I have met peoples from all over the world !

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
16th Jan 2013 (#)

nice one Maurice.
bless you

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