Balloon Man Of Carny Lane Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Here he smiles and there's such joy again!
Blue balloons and red; faces at the windowpane.
Now a green one, then a brown;
With his orange hair, why, he's a clown!

Sunrise yellows, pinks and purple;
Vivid colors attract little people
Each summer day without rain;
Every summer in the lane.

Footsteps follow him through marigold
As they did in the days of old.
"The Balloon Man is come! The Balloon Man! " all cry,
When sun greets a morning sky.

And return with many merry balloons,
And memories of golden afternoons;
As the clock ticks off happy hours
So gay, like little flowers.

The Balloon Man of sunrise days,
Is happiest when a child plays.
Such a red nose, why, he's a clown!
Much laughter 'til the lights go down.