Rise and Fly- An Invitation

This little town in the wooded hills of western New York where I live isn’t known for much.  Sure, it is the home town of old time western movie sidekick Gabby Hayes.  And our local diner, The Texas Hot, just happens to be Donny Osmond’s favorite.

But every year on the third weekend of July people flock to Wellsville for the Great Wellsville Balloon Rally!   

Dozens of hot air balloonists from all over the USA and Canada descend on Wellsville (no pun intended) for a weekend long festival that includes hundreds of vendors, games, live music, food, vintage car shows and- of course- mass balloon launches.

If you’ve never watched dozens of multi-colored hot air balloons inflating and taking off into the summer sky together and flying right over your head, it is an amazingly beautiful- and slightly surreal- sight.  So I thought I’d share a little visual poetry with you all today and post some of the photos I took yesterday and this morning from the last two balloon launches.

The “Afterglow” Saturday evening

Over the hills and far away

People of the Sun

And the sun sets on the 37th Annual Great Wellsville Balloon Rally

So if you ever have the chance to pay Wellsville, New York a visit in July, make it the third weekend of July and catch the Balloon Rally!  I’ll save you a spot at the park 😉

Letting Go

**This is in response to a challenge from Sarah Jane of SarahJaneprosetry to write a poem on the theme of “letting go”.**

 

I held a balloon

That took me higher

Ever higher

Took me places

I’d never imagined

And I learned

I learned who I was

And who I did not want to be

 

But the balloon

Needed to fly

Fly places I

Was not ready to go

So with a wistful smile

And a grateful heart

I let go

I let go

And found myself

Flying

Found that I

Was a balloon as well

 

Now we fly

Separately

But still close

Strings still intertwined

And though I no longer

Hold that balloon

I can look

I can see it

And I smile

As I watch it soar away

Through the bluest sky

No longer mine to hold

But forever mine

To remember

And to thank

For teaching me

To fly