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

[Becky C Strukamp]

You did a beautiful job. I could visualize the kites dancing in the days sky.
Excellent poem.

[Thea]

What a very wonderful piece, Marie...I love kites as well during my childhood days...And maybe, until now...Excellent poem... :)))

[Azariek]

I remember flying an eagle-shaped kite up and down my street. The neighbors would come out and ask what we were doing and I always said: "Flying my kite! It's an eagle!" haha.

[M Garcia]

Flying kites was always fun whether in the park, in your own yard, or on the beach! Great write and thanks for sharing these fond memories with us.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"Beaming smiles
Of pride and
Amazement flash
Across our
Cherub faces,
While warm
Waves of eternal
Brotherhood and
Love flood our
Carefree hearts"

Best stanza in this happy poem!

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Amazing piece colourful beautiful kites waving freely over the sky. nice poem....

[Jupiter Jazz]

Mannn, I haven't flew kites since elementary. Your poem made me remember how much we used to have and how much I miss it. Those were good uncomplicated days back then. Good poem. Yosh!! =)

BTW, what font did you use?? Its so pretty

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I used to love to try and fly kites, They always seemed to ripped. Never was much good at it. I bulit a box kite once, It was okay but didn't last too long, Enjoyable read, brought back a memory or two.

[Mauricio Montoya]

thank you for sharing.
Excellent write.

[Allen Smuckler]

As i read this, Marie...I too thought back to flying kites as a child and as an adult, with my children...I smiled from the memories you helped free, with this write...glorious, carefree days. There's something about the experience of flying a kite...first to catch the under currents to initiate flight..then maneuvering through cross currents to get lift and finally the power of the wind the higher it flew and the added strength necessary to control and command it in flight. The trepidation and concern, when you looked down at the reel and realized you only had a few more feet of string...and thinking, truly deciding...should i let it go and watch it disappear or reel it back in to add another hundred feet of line and do it all over again...wonderful memories..thank you for taking me back, Marie.
allen