A Red Kite

A Red Kite

 

‘Look my son!  Look

There’s a kite flying high’

‘Where Daddy, where?

Let me see!

But it has no string,

No tail of red ribbons

It has no one controlling its flight’

‘Ah, no my son, it needs no string

No tail of red ribbons

No hand controlling its flight

For it’s a kite of the air

A kite that is free’

 

 

Poetry helped me emerge from my Chrysalis - but my wings are still drying - so much more to learn.
www.janscreativewriting.co.uk  updated - with endangered animals category & new animal/birds illustrated poetry book!