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The Boy and The Red Balloon A young boy sitting on the edge of a swing His tiny hands held on tight to the edge of the seat The swing held by one rusty chain and a red balloon His bent head and shoulders presented a look of defeat The rope attached to his balloon Dangling in the summer air Caught against a rock hewn ledge The young boy unaware of his fragile tether there His sorrow was evident in his downcast stare He wanted to rise with the crimson orb into the blue Upon the swing seat floating out of sight A place well known in his dreams he flew Travel away from the bully that threatened There with his floating silent friend He could wish upon that yonder star And be where happy moments would never end But then he wouldn’t see his Mom and Dad With his heart divided between misery and love His innocent heart knew the answer As his wish was paused to fly above He raised his head and saw his red balloon Waiting for him to decide to let go Release the swing and let them fly Way up high where only his dreams would know He hopped off the swing and turned to see The red balloon floating out of sight In his eyes a glistening tear could be seen As he headed home before the day became night Marie Harris 01/19/26 (c)all rights reserved Photo Prompt by Alan Boles