Flying A Kite

Happy Kite Poem

Flying A Kite

Red and purple ribbons

Twist and rip through the air,

As we go racing across the sandy beaches,

Sailing our fighting green dragon

Higher and higher

 

Hours and hours spent

Fearlessly running back and forth

With our arms reaching up to the sky

Our necks stretching

As far they can,

Keeping a constant vigil

On our prized aero-dynamic

Accomplishment

 

Our chilled skin

Starts to chap and burn

Providing crimson evidence of

The harsh beatings from fierce the

Atlantic winds

 

Our voices crack

Growing hoarse from

Hours of unabashed,

Grandstand cheering and

Overblown yelling all day

 

 

Beaming smiles

Of pride and

Amazement flash

Across our

Cherub faces,

While warm

Waves of eternal

Brotherhood and

Love flood our

Carefree hearts

 

These are the

Days boys live for!

 

Author's Note

My Grandfather used to love to fly kites. We would spend hours flying our kites.
I wrote this thinking of him as a child flying kites with his friends on the Atlantic beaches. I still love to fly them along the beach shores.

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

love it love prose about life experience .. nice metaphors and use is flowing.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I was there; have been there. There was no moment as sweet as seeing it soar, until you were out of string. Sometimes, with the string breaking, soaring off to someplace unknown. I wish that we had written our name, address, and telephone number on the ones that took off, so we would have known where they landed. I saw your poem, as I was reading. Great write!

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The description in this poem gives great imagery, the third stanza is my favourite. The idea of flying a kite always gives off such a great meaning of freedom and innocence and thought behind the poem is quite sweet. I enjoyed reading this.

[Rapper VenQ]

I used to fly kites in ma terrace...same feelings...u refreshed it

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Great poem. I too love to fly Kites. We used strips of old bedsheets back in the day.