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
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2024
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