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Kite Poetry Page 21

The Kite

Out of the hand and into flight,
Its colors brilliant and bright.
Flashing cheerfully in the sunlight,
First to the left then to right.
Dipping and darting, pulling the string tight.
Tugging and pulling trying the reach great height.
Dancing with the wind, what a beautiful sight.
Watch a kite while it’s in full flight.

Lynn Davis