The String Poem by Dann Thomas

It ruffles proudly when filled with the breeze
Darting into clouds or just spinning around.
The little kite mischievously pulls and tease
At the long string that's holding it down.

Growing bigger in himself as he gets higher
The world sways slowly and begins to shrink
And as everything else starts becoming smaller
‘There's nothing holding me down', he thinks.

The view from up there on high is spectacular
The kite tears away towards the happy sun.
Pulling and tugging till it can't get any further
Unlimited freedom to fly, by a thread undone.

A child pulls and tugs at his mother's strong hand
Moving out into the world, everyday growing smart.
And finally when mother does let go, alone, unmanned
Remember, there's always a cord, a line drawn to the heart

Across boundaries and traversing distant lands
The conqueror and the wanderer tired to roam
Will search and find that there still is a band
That string that draws you back to happiness called ‘home'.