Friday, March 18

fly my kite...

"I would like to be a kite on a string

and soar up over the trees.

I would like to try to reach the sky

With butterflies and bees.

I'd love to fly past billowy clouds,

With my tail of red and white,

And climb so high the things below

would disappear from sight.

If I could fly above the clouds

would I ever, ever return?

And think, if I could fly so high,

Just how much I would learn."

To Be a Kite by Londis Carpenter

I love this poem; kite flying season is upon us... :)