It Is Balloon

When I was a grammar school boy

In Queens, I would

Often affix my name

To a helium balloon,

And send it into the air

Hoping it would land somewhere.

Perhaps some young boy,

On a Mountain Peak

In Evergreen, Colorado,

Will find a Lost Balloon

Of mine and be encouraged

To stand up to

Some menacing Gargoyle.

Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #50