Up, Up And AwayA Poem by PeteKites rise highest against the wind - not with it. - Winston Churchillso he waited for a steady gust a wing and a prayer with which to thrust figuring he owed them at least that much the kite's frame like his own skeletal bones its flashy tail of manhood stuck between its legs its tether got tangled-up as the wind grew stronger it stayed up longer too long, in fact turning it into a nose-diving kamikaze alas, now being told to, "take your ball and go home and play" is easy © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 21, 2024 Last Updated on March 22, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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