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Fly Kite Fly
a ball of string, a couple sticks
diamond shape paper
you never would think it would be so much fun
young and old,
brothers, fathers, grandpas, sons
also Sisters, Mothers, grandmas, daughters
it's a challenge for us all
running and running, trying to get it up
finally a breeze to rise it.
higher and higher
the excitement of getting it up
brings smiles and hugs all around
it glides left and right, up and down
spinning all around
a joyous time for all around.
breezing dying down
its heading down, chasing it fast
crash in a tree above, they laugh so hard
who to climb that tree, for the prize
not me, but you my young kiter
damaged but we'll repair
to fly another day
poem
by
Michael Peterson
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