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bell
                                                           paper
                                                    sticks and twine
                                               one pair cutting shears
                                                    to cut the paper
                                                     and the ribbon
                                                       add the stix
                                                         twine an'
                                                             bell


I made a list to build a kite 
And gathered all them 'round. 
I worked real hard with all my might
(Each piece it's place was found).

Bright red as apples on a tree
My kite was taking shape;
A ribbon tail like daffodils
(And bows I had to make).

I wrapped the twine around a stick
And tied it on real tight...
Then took off running up the ditch
But, it would not take flight.

It did not seem to have the weight--
And then it dawned on me...
I had not put the bell in place! 
That's what it had to be.

Faster and Faster...off I ran
Higher and Higher...it began
Over the house tops and bandstand
Flying to the 'Meridian'*
Beyond the tree tops and wind-fan*
Higher and Higher...off the land
Faster and Faster...could not stand
Up! Up it took me...kite in hand;

Up in the sky...do not know where.
I could not see to tell.
"Is there anybody out there?"
                      All I hear... is that bell...

"Hello...          Hello                hello                   hello?"

"Tink?"...  I was off to 'Neverland'!!
I hope I see you there!
I'm holding on with both my hands...
'Happy Thoughts'                                  in mid-air!


deborah burch©
4/05/2012


*note: wind-fan*: a type of windmill;
          'Meridian'*: a planet on 'Deep Space 9', episode 54, that "spends most of it's time in another phase of existence..." It appears in our world briefly, then diappears "for 60 years". These cycles establish less time in our universe until one day they will disappear forever.
(much like childhood imagination;dreams and such)
I would like to dedicate this poem to 'the class', for they have been the most inspirational and encouraging to me since joining 'the soup'...in so many ways...our journey is just beginning...may we each stay young in our hearts forever...
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