Fresh Air

Have you ever wondered where the fresh air comes from?

Fresh Air

By Jack Ivey

 

 

You ask is it fresh, is what fresh I say

The air that I feel on this warm summer day

That soft blowing breeze, which flows past my face

Invisible flight, no color, no trace

 

But there is no taste, no texture, no feel

If I say it is fresh, would you think I’m for real?

Surely you would, why would I lie

Fresher than fresh, direct from the sky

 

Just made this morning, a few minutes ago

How fresh do you need it, just let me know

I’ve got plenty in stock; in fact it’s on sale

Marked down today, you just can not fail

 

The price is just right, affordably so

Enjoy it right here or get it to go

Hundreds of uses, I'll bring them to light

For sailing a boat or flying a kite

 

For waving a flag or messing your hair

Nothing is better than fresh blowing air

Makes tumbleweeds move on their dry arid trip

Causes discarded paper to roll and to flip

 

Moves bright colored pinwheels to happily spin

Turns clothes on the line inside out, outside in

And open a window, you’ll see what I mean

That musty old room will smell new, crystal clean

 

And birds love it too, it helps them to fly

It dries up the streets if some rain passes by

It can come from the north, the west or the east

Or even the south if I dare say the least

 

It can be cold, chilled to the bone

Or hot as the sun, up there all alone

Blowing softly or hard, hardly blowing at all

Throughout summer and spring and winter and fall

 

There’s fresh air by day and fresh air by night

Whatever you choose is sure to be right

You’ve so many choices, other places to go

Before you decide, I just want you to know

 

My air is the best, that’s what I’ve been told

Just look at the sign, over one billion sold

So buy it from me, you won’t have a care

Is it fresh, you may ask, it’s the freshest fresh air

 

Author's Note

Breathe deep

Reviews

[chemical rave rink]

"Makes tumbleweeds move on their dry arid trip". read that as acid trip and i chuckled. this was a great read, flow and everything was wonderful

[Jack...]

Well, you never know about those tumbleweeds. Thanks so much for stopping by and reading.

[Frieda P]

Wow, you can take something as simple as 'fresh air' and turn it into a masterpiece, always an awe inspiring read Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks Frieda, I appreciate it.

[quinfinn]

beautiful poetry, and i don't mean to deprecate the allure of the piece, but....i used to live downwind from the papermill.....hoowee! 33 acres of beautiful farmland and woods and i had to live near the stinkiest place within 300 miles! wonderful write, jack, enjoyed it so much!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much, I have been around a paper mill before, I understand what you mean.

[KAOlmsted]

Oh I love this! Such a clever write, Jack...I'm almost tempted to get off this damn computer and go out and enjoy some...almost ;-) Thanks so much for sharing this! Really great stuff!

[Jack...]

Thank you, just my attempt at a Dr. Seuss style poem.

[KAOlmsted]

My pleasure!

[Holly Mason]

fresh air for sale huh?done right fresh air-with a hot dog stand sounds good*)
thank you for sharing

[Jack...]

Yes, I thought this would give you ideas... :)=

[Holly Mason]

your smiley face guy may want to visit the dentist *)_ mine needs a nicotine patch

[Jack...]

Thanks Holly for the reminder, I have to go to the stinking dentist in 40 minutes to be tortured. Thanks. :)=

[Sami Khalil]

A very unique enjoyable write dear poet with thought provoking concepts... It makes us wonder if air is the same or not or there is such thing as fresh air...

[Jack...]

This was for fun and an attempt to write like Dr. Seuss.

[Marie]

This is all good, and it isn't "hot" air.

[Jack...]

Thanks, at times I seem to move a lot of "Hot" air.

[Quill~]

This is refreshing, the air "is" fresh! Now I look forward to warm summer days. Great write.

[Jack...]

Thanks, it was my feeble attempt at a Seuss-like poem.

[Quill~]

it has a great rhythm. Nice work.