A brilliant day to fly my kite,
Where else? But on our beach!
Dad holds it fast, with all his might,
Mum hoists it out of reach!
It's a beauty of a handmade kite,
of light bamboo tissue paper;
A royal golden eagle sprite,
given to fancy flights of caper!
It soars into the bright blue skies,
Wind borne on capricious wings;
High above the sea it flies,
Me, holding steadfast to its string.
It flies right into a cotton cloud,
It's reaching far and free!
'Let it go! ' laughs Dad aloud,
Mum claps her hands with glee!
Dad helps me let the taut string go,
I watch my kite take flight,
Its proud tail glitters with a glow,
Away and out of sight!
Curious crows investigate,
and squawk in shock surprise!
Cawing in loud racuous debate,
about a bird in such disguise!
I think I'm rather like that kite,
I soar when in free rein;
Free as a bird, in joyful flight,
Heedless of all constrain.
And yet I know that precious string,
held steadfast in His hand;
is what will guide my eye and wing,
safe home to love and land.
A royal golden eagle sprite, I think I'm rather like that kite, I soar when in free rein; Free as a bird, in joyful flight, Heedless of all constrain. Yes precious string held fast in his hand. such words give power and imagination and at the end a very positive note to desire for guidance. thank you very much dear Poetess. tony
safe home to love and land, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Good depiction of a childhood memory u captured adolescence wonderfully
Resplendent rhymes and the beauty of the poem makes it wonderful reading. Great work Roann.
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