A Perfect Day For Flying a Kite
A picture-perfect day for flying a kite
The sky was blue, not a cloud to be seen
Sunshine fairly sparkled on the snowy white sheen
that covered the meadow, the hard ground beneath
as the little boy drew the shiny new kite from its sheath
Nobody'd told him folks don't fly kites in the cold
And come to think of it, such wisdom's too old
to stand up to the spirit and gumption of a lad
~ who's got an Alpine ski-jumper for a dad
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