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

[Cassie]

wow!!!!! how come I missed this, this goes to my library straight away...seems you have passed your fresh air right where I am because I feel fresh, renewed by this poem. very well done

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[s y e]

Wow, I love your take on this! :) It's amazing. A unique write, too. I think in a way it would be so cool if you could purchase fresh air for people who live in this city, like me but at the same time would that take away from other places? Maybe so. The city air is so polluted, tons of factories and cars etc... I think it would be cool, aha.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Noodle. Your smile on my page is always worth waiting for.

[rhythm&blues]

Fun, whimsical read, enjoyed this one, always happy to read something so fresh.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. Don't know how I missed this review but it was well worth the wait.

[Astro]

Again, I found myself rocking to your rhythm and feeling like a kid again, reading Dr. Seuss. His works being more akin to toddlers and kids should be no less of a compliment coming from me, I've a child's mind far up in the trees where the freshest of air can be felt like a breeze.

[Jack...]

Thank you Astro. Sorry this is so late.

[Kristin Lee]

How does one sell fresh air? lol I really enjoyed the creativity that went into this one. I took fresh air for granted growing up on the Southern Oregon Coast. But let me tell you, once I moved to the city...that changed FAST. If someone could sell me air from the coast I'd buy it in a heart beat. The city stinks.

Beautiful piece as always friend :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Kristin.

[Keith]

This light and breezy gem is one of my favourites from you Jack. Clever and witty, a delightful read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Keith

[Brett Pritchard]

So much beauty.

Nicely written Jack.

BP

[Jack...]

Thanks Brett

[Shweta Singh]

Ah!soo fresh & breezy...made me feel like living life once again & roll in the grass fields like a child,cluck my tongue or startle a drowsy puppy...I also enjoyed the pun intended here ...
I wish you could read "The breeze heralding spring" by a famous Indian poet Kedarnath Agarwal,this poem is so similar in spirit...it's in Hindi but I'll try to find out the translation if you wish to read it...I think you'll enjoy it...

[Jack...]

That would be fun, thank you and thank you for enjoying my poem.

[Angel]

Oh, wow! You get extra points for originality with this one! And I like the way it dances down the page...
The music in my head..."Let's Go Fly A Kite" from Mary Poppins.
Yeah, I'm a big kid...I have that movie on DVR, and I often watch it when I can't sleep.
Amazing write, Jack!! (even without angels)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my good friend. I too have Mary Poppins readily available. I appreciate your sweet words about my poetry.