Stories and Poems

ASHTON'S BALLOON FESTIVAL

Balloon day takes place every year
People come from far and near

Balloon day off to the moon day
All shapes colours and size
Give people a surprise
And a treat when in Ashton they meet

In our basket we slowly lift and in the breeze we drift
Houses and cars look small while we grow tall
As we slide silently over field and town
People look like specks when looking down

They throw their hats in the air
And give us a cheer
They wish they too were up in the sky
To feel free and happy like us when passing by

The air is fresh the sun shines bright
It is a lovely flight
To the mendips we come
To slowly descent one by one

The balloons look very sad
As they crumble on the landing pad
But don't despair
They soon will be back up in the air

We have three days of exciting events
From morning 'til dusk until the festival ends