"I would like to be a kite on a string
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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... :) |
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