Pretty Close to Flying

Trying to cull some of my pictures and clean out my computer, I came across these pictures of my grandchildren at Estes Park, Colorado. The year was 2004 and we were celebrating the 4th of July at our favorite resort. When I saw the pictures I remembered lots of laughter and how fearful I was that lightning would strike because it was beginning to rain. I thought my granddaughter was too young to get into the flying contraption but she wanted to do it, so up she went!

I wrote two short verses about their flying experience and maybe sometime when my grandchildren are grown up they also will recall the fun time we had that 4th of July in Estes.

The Boy

The boy thought he had been strapped

to a fire cracker

as he shot up into the sky.

He felt as if he was going to fly

as he flew up so high.

Every time he returned to earth

he would shoot up again.

Two, four, six and maybe ten,

one more time and he would

touch a cloud.

Down below, crowds were wowed.

Each time he went on his upward flight

it gave the spectator's much delight.

The Girl

The girl was so small

she wasn't very tall

as she shot up 

she was not scared at all.

Strapped in with many belts

so she could not fly away

she seemed to be okay.

The crowd began to cheer

as they saw she had no fear.

A dare devil she was

soaring on high without a pause.

She looked down with a grin,

never worried about what could have been.