Roann Mendriq Poems
Poetry For Children: Flying With My Kite ©
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!
Of what real good is a Doormat?
Does it point out to one's station?
Does it herald in a season?
Or is it just for decoration?
People walk all over it,
It's always best ignored;
It's dusty, used and tattered,
You always see it floored.