The Inkwell

Kite

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The winds were blowing

The trees were bending

The birds were taking cover, under

Their branches

You might have thought

this was no idea of fun

but down on the ground

it had only begun

For composed of fabric and Sticks

Flew something doing a whole host of tricks

and its pilot on the ground smiled away

as he navigated his kite at play

And the bravest of small birds

followed its trail

created by the kite

and its colourful tail

While the pilot played with his kite

all happy and free

till he went home with Mum and Dad

for something for tea

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.