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The Kiteby Harry Behn How bright on the blue Is a kite when it's new!
With a dive and a dip
It snaps its tail Then soars like a ship
With only a sail
As over tides
Of wind it rides,Climbs to the crest Of a gust and pulls, Then seems to rest
As wind falls.When string goes slack
You wind it back
And run until
A new breeze blows And its wings fill And up it goes!
How bright on the blue
Is a kite when it's new!
But a raggeder thing
You never will see
When it flaps on a string
In the top of a tree.A Kite
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I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,And ride upon the wind and go
Whichever way I chanced to blow.Kite Song
Elaine V.Emans
All the other seasons
Added up together
Never can compare
With kite-flying weather!
Like a bird skimming
Acro the blue sky,My kite travels swiftly-
Beautiful and high!
The cord often runs
Stinging through my hand,As my bird soars higher,Higher o'er the land!
But all too soon twilight
Lowers on the town,And I must haul my bird
Down, down, down!
Paper Dragons
Susan Alton Schmeltz
In March, kites bite the wind
and shake their paper scales.They strain against their fiber chains
to free their dragon tails.March Wind
Eleanor Dennis
We made a brand-new kite today,And soon as we were through
We came out here to fly it,And the wind just blew and blew.And now the kite's a tiny speck;
We've used up all the string;
I'd like to go and get some more.Anne's such a tiny thing
To hold the kite all by herself;
I wouldn't let her try,For fear I might look back and see
Anne sailing through the sky.Conversation with a Kite
Bobbi Katz
Come back, come back, my runaway kite!
Come back and play with me!
I'm riding and gliding on whirl-away winds.I'm going somewhere.Can't you see?
Where are you going my beautiful kite,flying so high in the sky?
I'm going to visit the lost balloons
that made little children cry.When I hold your string, oh my magical kite,why do I feel the wind in my hand?
The wind is a taste of the sky, my young friend,that I gave to a child of the land.Kite Days
Mark Sawyer
A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,And acres of ground away from trees,And one hundred yards of clean, strong string-
O boy, o boy!I call that spring!
Being a Kite
Jacqueline Sweeney
If I were a kite
I'd kneel,stretch my skinny arms
out wide,and wait for wind.My yellow shirt would
fill up like a sail
and flap,tugging my cri-croed
wooden bones and me
towards seas of cloud.My rippling paper skin
would rustle like applause
as I inhaled,gulping one last gust
to swoop me giddy-quick
above the trees.My red rag tail
would drift
toward everything green
to balance me
so all day
I could
loop and climb
loop and climb
and
soar
into pure sky.Kite Flying
On many spring days I wish that I
Could be a kite flying in the sky.I would climb high toward the sun
And chase the clouds.Oh, what fun!
Whichever way the wind chanced to blow
Is the way that I would go.I'd fly up, up, up.I'd fly down, down, down.Then I'd spin round and round and round.Finally I'd float softly to the ground.Kites
The March wind is calling,“Come fly your kite!”
The wind is blowing
With all its might.The kites are toing
In the sky.The wind is calling,“Come fly up high.”
Kites
“I see children as kites.You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.You run with them until you're both breathle...they crash...they hit the
rooftop...you patch and comfort, adjust and teach.You watchthem lifted by the wind and aure them that someday they'll fly.Finally they are airborne, they need more string and you keep letting it out.But with each twist of the ball of twine, there is a sadne that goes with the joy.The kite becomes more distant, and you know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone.Only then do you know that your job is done.”
Erma Bombeck
