HIGH FLYING
Flying up so high
at the end of a string,
I’m just a small kite,
but I can do
‘most anything
in the breezes
of spring.
I can soar
with the seagulls
when the wind is just right;
I can float with the clouds
so puffy and white;
I can dance
with the raindrops
if they happen to fall;
and I do tricks
and somersaults
when the wind’s
blowing really hard.
I love it up here
and would never
trade the view
that I have
as I’m flying
way up in the sky.
And most of all,
the very best thing,
I love making
the children smile
down there below,
even on a cloudy day
when the chilly
March winds blow
(c) barbara kausteklis 3-8-12
Written for "Thematic Attic Thursday/March Winds."
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/83607/cpc-thematic-attic-thursdaymarch-winds/
Thanks always for your visits comments.
~barb~
I would say that this is marvelous allegory - and it is. Your fabulous kite-captures, however, show your kites in all their glorious personality so that I can see your little kite's jubilant delight, as well as that of his small friend, grinning along behind!
ReplyDeleteThese kites certainly did make me smile when I watched them there on the shore of Lake Erie. Thanks so much, Leeza! Always glad to be able to share the smiles.
DeleteWow, this is magical. Love the pic an poem.
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