Being a Kite
Jacqueline Sweeney
If I were a kite
I'd kneel,
stretch my skinny arms
out wide,
and wait for wind.
My yellow shirt would
fill up like a sail
and flap,
tugging my criss-crossed
wooden bones and me
towards seas of cloud.
My rippling paper skin
would rustle like applause
as I inhaled,
gulping one last
gustto swoop me giddy-quick
above the trees.
My red rag tail
would drift
toward everything green
to balance me
so all day
I could
loop and climb
loop and climb
and soar
into pure sky.
Oh my goodness!!!! What fun you must have had!!! The poem was grand. Makes you want to fly!! Good Day!!! Cathy
ReplyDeleteThat was way awesome!!!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos . . . so carefree and full of joy!
ReplyDeletehow fun!!! :)
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