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Way down below in the streets of Paris
By Jackie Kay
from Red Cherry Red
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PoemYEAR GROUP
Years 5 and 6I spied a small lonely boy.
I was his beautiful red balloon,
from morning through to noon,
through to the silvery moon.
The boy held me tight.
I waited as he dreamed me at night,
waited for first light
when we would wander the streets together,
in any kind of weather –
me, floating like a feather.
Not lonely now, I am his shadow.
Not sad now, I am his echo.
Not bored now, I am his meadow.
I am not a play thing; his loyalty
pulls at my long heart string.
From Red Cherry Red.
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finding out more about the film which inspired this poem – Le ballon rouge