My Kite
To fly a kite way up high,and watch it soar
through the clear blue sky.
To watch it soar and cut through the wind,
then crash to the ground only to start over again.
My kite flys high then dives low, and with a flick of
my wrist I make it fly where I want it to go.
Square kites, diamond ones, round ones, and many different shapes.
I'll never know how they fly, I just love to fly my kite way up high.
Copyright © Edward Lamarre | Year Posted 2008
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