The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children


I blow a bubble with my wand
And watch it go up high,
Then with the magic of my thoughts,
I join it in the sky.

We’re carried on a gentle breeze
Past woodlands far below
And over hills with grazing cows
And houses in a row.

And then we reach the winding road
I’ve traveled in our car,
Across the bridge and through the town,
And finally, here we are.

The tree lined path is cool and deep,
And I am really hot.
The bubble pops and down I fall—
Into my swimming spot.

About the Writer

Susan Andrews

Susan lives in Southern California, where she taught elementary school for many years. She is a member of the SCBWI. She has worked professionally as a freelance writer, and her haiku has been featured in many journals. She created and participates in the weekly #haikuSaturday event on Twitter. She is passionate about animals, the environment and kindness.