Early in the frosty morning,
when the sun first touches the skies,
with its soft light,
I begin my days work...
I lay it upon the golden grass of the field,
spreading it out gently as I inspect it,
when all is well I tip the basket up,
and light the torch watching its merry glow,
slowly it begins to fill my brightly colored balloon...
I watch it slowly take form admiring it's many colored stripes,
the reds,blues,yellows and greens of my balloon rise majestically before me,
and I am filled with exhilaration and excitement for the ride.
I rise slowly upon the cool morning air,
tweaking controls adjusting levers till all is just right,
I peek over the side and watch the babbling stream rushing on it journey,
feel the cool winds upon my flushed face,
eagles soar around the skies,
flying so close to me that I can hear their calls...
I see the dark green of the lonely pines upon the craggy hill,
and the beautiful wild flowers coloring the fields,
with brilliant hues of gold,yellow and blue,
and my heart is delighted and my soul finds peace,
as I ride the airwaves of the sky in my multicolored balloon.
Donavon Scott Vinson