Kite Flying Poem by Jannpoet Versemaker

I don't mean to skite
But When flying my kite
I fly it so high in the air
I don't mean to skite
But when flying my kite
Well people just stop and stare

I fly my kite high
Way up in the sky
And the wind just takes it away,
I love flying my kite
From morn until night,
And that's how I spend every day

I fly my kite most
While standing on a post
It gives me such great elevation
The wind takes my kite high
Way up in the sky,
Which calls for a great celebration

But when it goes crash,
with a terrible bash
My kite plummets down to the ground
I rescue my kite,
From it's terrible plight
And pick up the string I've unwound.