[No. 3 from The Children’s Collection]
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
is strong tail,
but prong tail
is wrong tail.
a kite without a streaming tail
is bound, when it is flown, to fail;
mad fluttering will bring it down
before it gets to see the town.
good glide sail;
bad tide sail,
bad ride sail.
sturdy and colourful kite wings
will make a happy kite that sings,
for, as it dances on the wind,
the cares of earth are left behind.
a kite must have the perfect poise,
if on the wind lift it must rise;
for if its drag exceeds its thrust,
its weight will land it in the dust.
that tight line;
its flight line,
i reel it in and reel it out
to stop it wandering about;
and, when the april wind is gone,
i know my kiting day is done.
© Copyright 2023 November 15
by Clyve A. Bowen♫