Michael Peterson

Rookie - 154 Points (Janesville, Wisconsin)

Fly Kite Fly - Poem by Michael Peterson

a ball of string, a couple sticks
diamond shape paper
you never would think it would be so much fun
young and old,
brothers, fathers, grandpas, sons
also Sisters, Mothers, grandmas, daughters
it's a challenge for us all
running and running, trying to get it up
finally a breeze to rise it.
higher and higher
the excitement of getting it up
brings smiles and hugs all around
it glides left and right, up and down
spinning all around
a joyous time for all around.
breezing dying down
its heading down, chasing it fast
crash in a tree above, they laugh so hard
who to climb that tree, for the prize
not me, but you my young kiter
damaged but we'll repair
to fly another day

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012

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