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