FLYING HIGH
Green is the field,
In which we run,
As the warm wind tugs and blows.
Running, stumbling, or' the ground,
In last year's old corn rows.
Hair in your face,
Shirt out of place.
As the north wind whips your clothes.
Fluffy white clouds; hurrying by,
Carried along by your tippy-toes.
A ball of twine,
Held ever so tight,
Such a lovely thing held by a string.
Dipping, diving, yet gracefully so,
What joy, kite flying can bring!
It sails up high, high up in the sky,
Such a feeling of pure delight.
To spend just one hour,
Feeling the wind's power,
When that kite, on a string, takes flight.
Having harnessed the wind,
Feel it's strength in my hands.
As the kite jerks and twists about.
Any words I say, are blown away
So I giggle and loudly shout.
"I love to fly a kite",
Holding on with all my might,
As the wind gave a final warning.
I brought it back in to put away,
But I'll be back again, in the morning.Jay Cee ~~ ©
INDEX
Section III
IN THE TWILIGHT
TIMES
HE WHO HANGS THE STARS
THE TIME HAS COME
A COUNTRY BROUGHT TO ITS KNEES
CHRISTMAS
WINTER WINDS
LIFE'S CIRCLE
THE CROSS AND THE STONE
SUNDAY DINNER AT GRANDMA'S
THE LAST MAN
DADDY'S GIRL
THE OTHER SIDE OF HUMANITY
A NIGHT TURNED TO BEAUTY
THOUGHTS ON LIFE
SIGNS OF SPRING
THE SURPRISE
FLYING HIGH
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