Hot Air Balloon

Prompt: “Write a story about a ride in a hot air balloon.”

Uncle Johnson was a person

Who managed all air balloon rides.

He had two girls and a simple son

And a world that was open and wide.

 

He often float up in the sky

Bringing his friends and family, too

Today was my first time to fly

My first time to try something new.

 

It was orange and blue

And green and white.

A mash of different hues

And the mess of the light.

 

Uncle Johnson enjoyed this view

As do I, my feelings brew

Not many had seen but few

It’s something old, but also new.

 

Gazing at the sea of colors

Everything had fade away

Because one simple color honors

The world’s point-blanks ways

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