Poetry by Jeff Green

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Hot Air

by cricketjeff on May 22, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Sometimes my life is like a Sunday ride
Beneath a blue and white hot air balloon
The beauty of the sights is undenied
But there may be a bumpy landing soon

It’s not too late to join me on the flight
The cares of life will wait another day
While you and I are drifting through the night
The worries down below may fade away

To touch the sky you have to leave the ground
And not give in to fears of the unknown
From high above my life I may have found
The castle in the air I want to own

It’s highs and lows that make the living sweet
Give me the chance to sweep you off your feet