Kite Surfers - Poem by Angela Wybrow
In Bournemouth, it’s a bright and breezy autumnal day.
Kite surfers are out in force, zooming around the bay.
We stand there and watch them for a short while,
Admiring their talent and their individual styles.
Lifted by the strong wind, into the air, they rise a few feet.
That feeling of exhilaration, I can imagine, can’t be beat.
Their kites lift them way up high towards the blue sky,
And, for a few precious moments, they actually fly!
For them, today, the weather conditions are just right.
And their amazing antics make a truly awesome sight.
Once back down on the water, they soon pick up speed;
Their coloured canopies, filled with air, taking the lead.
They launch themselves from the next big wave.
To the natural elements, they are all but a slave.
Feeling decidedly chilly, we are soon on our way;
Leaving the kite surfers behind, to frolic and play.
Comments about Kite Surfers by Angela Wybrow
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You