Ode to a Kite


With the last rays of summer making their way on the horizon in Europe, the mercury retreating, the leaves changing colour and falling from the trees – as well as a pick up in the wind speed it’s been a perfect time to go Kite Flying…so I’ve written this little poem in honour of all those hardy lads and lasses who’ll be out this weekend

Running behind you – it catches the air,
Rising to the clouds without a care.
Colours reflect off its colourful tail
as through the air you watch it sail.
Turning and twisting as you move the line,
Your kite it does cartwheels – everything’s fine!
Turning in circles from east to the west
performing stunts that you think are the best.
But then the wind drops as you give it your all
and little birds take cover as your kite starts to fall.
The wind it slows down as it starts to stop
and your kite it falls gently – in a gradual drop
Landing by entrance – with its tail round the gates
You rescue it and head home – for your dinner plate.

Published by inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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