Connie Pachecho Poet Rhyme

I Found Youth Flying A Kite

Tell me about your hobby in 8-20 lines of rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Tania Kitchin



I remember the days of flying a kite
Watching the dragon I made taking flight
It would twist and turn and soar
As it takes to the sky with a roar

A ball of string held the dragon tight
As it leaped with all its might 
Up, up, and away, passing the tall trees
It sailed with the wind and breeze

From a distance, I watched in awe
But its long flowing tail is all I saw
The colorful tail was as long as our yard
Onlookers said my hobby was starred

I painted with the colors of the rainbow
Where his body and tail were a beaut 
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet
For my dragon came in peace and wasn't violent 

To this day I still take the dragon for a walk
Up, up, and away he sill loves to rock
That hobby has aged since I was ten
Yet it never gets old to feel young again

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Jeanette Swan May 6, 2024 at 4:12 AM Childhood joy is magic. So lovely to keep contact with it in this kite. Wish I could still climb a tree...J :)

Tania Kitchin May 5, 2024 at 5:56 AM Connie, congratulations on your first place win. I enjoyed the nostalgia of this poem and brought back memories for me when I had a kite as a child.