Kites
High in the sky
on a warm Spring day
white clouds come alive
with kites colored bright
They float on the breeze
their tails do sway
circles of rainbows
a child's delight
Some dip in the wind
and soar over the bay
looking like swallows
in playful flight
Too soon we grow up
and the fun fades away
still the child in us clings
to the string of a kite
Copyright © Neva Brown | Year Posted 2007
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