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EIGHT BALLOONS
by Shel Silverstein

Eight balloons no one was buyin’
All broke loose one afternoon.
Eight balloons with strings a-flyin’,
Free to do what they wanted to.
One flew up to touch the sun – POP!
One thought highways might be fun – POP!
One took a nap in a cactus pile – POP!
One stayed to play with a careless child – POP!
One tried to taste some bacon fryin’ – POP!
One fell in love with a porcupine – POP!
One looked close in a crocodile’s mouth – POP!
One sat around ’til his air ran out – WHOOSH!
Eight balloons no one was buyin’ –
They broke loose and away they flew,
Free to float and free to fly
And free to pop where they wanted to.

Photo: “Eight balloons” by Bull Rider, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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TRAGEDY 

Poem by Jill Spargur

I always wanted a red balloon,
It only cost a dime;
But Ma said it was risky,
They broke so quickly,
And beside, she didn’t have time,
And even if she did, she didn’t
Think they were worth a dime.
We lived on a farm & I only went
To one circus and fair,
And all the ballons I ever saw were there:
There were yellow ones & blue ones,
But the kind I liked the best
Were the red, and I don’t see why
She couldn’t have stopped and said
That maybe I could have one –
But she didn’t –
I suppose that now
You can buy them anywheres,
And that they still sell red ones
At circuses and fairs.
I got a little money saved;
I got a lot of time,
I got no one to tell me how to spend my dime;
Plenty of balloons – but somehow
There’s something died inside of me,
And I don’t want one now.

Photo: Barkervillegirl (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)

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EIGHT BALLOONS

Poem by Shel Silverstein

Eight balloons no one was buyin’
All broke loose one afternoon.
Eight balloons with strings a-flyin’,
Free to do what they wanted to.
One flew up to touch the sun – POP!
One thought highways might be fun – POP!
One took a nap in a cactus pile – POP!
One stayed to play with a careless child – POP!
One tried to taste some bacon fryin’ – POP!
One fell in love with a porcupine – POP!
One looked close in a crocodile’s mouth – POP!
One sat around ’til his air ran out – WHOOSH!
Eight balloons no one was buyin’ –
They broke loose and away they flew,
Free to float and free to fly
And free to pop where they wanted to.

Photo: “Eight balloons” by Bull Rider, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Today, we have been talking about balloons — and no discussion of these magical orbs would be complete without a nod to The Red Balloon, the 1956 masterpiece by Albert Lamorisse. Filmed in Paris and clocking in at just under 35 minutes, the film won the Palme d’Or for short films at the Cannes Film Festival. Watch the movie in its entirety on YouTube here.

The film tells the story of Pascal (played by the director’s son) and the red balloon that follows him everywhere. Captivating! Beautiful! Magical! And, of course, uplifting!

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BALLOONS

Poem by Sylvia Plath

Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Oval soul-animals,
Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk

Invisible air drifts,
Giving a shriek and pop
When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling.
Yellow cathead, blue fish —-
Such queer moons we live with

Instead of dead furniture!
Straw mats, white walls
And these traveling
Globes of thin air, red, green,
Delighting

The heart like wishes or free
Peacocks blessing
Old ground with a feather
Beaten in starry metals.
Your small

Brother is making
His balloon squeak like a cat.
Seeming to see
A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,
He bites,

Then sits
Back, fat jug
Contemplating a world clear as water.
A red
Shred in his little fist.