when I was about 10, my older brother launched a kite that looked to me as though it flew a mile high before tumbling to the ground after the string broke. This little kiddy ditty was inspired by that event.


Sky Battle

I flew a kite into the sky
up up it went so very high
it touched a cloud that was passing by

It dove and dipped as it flew
it danced with the wind as it blew
and watched me from its heavenly view

I held the string really tight
as it bounced to the left and right
I was in an airborne fight

The tail did a bob and weave
I dug in and rolled up my sleeve
and did an over-the-shoulder heave

The kite took off again
it rose upon the master wind
as I watched my twine roll out in a spin

And then a monster gust
caused the twine to bust
and the spritely kite piled into the dust

I fought a battle that day
I had merely gone out to play
but an adventurous kite had its way

The war was a lot of fun
though the battle was not won
I was grateful for the run



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-09-30 at 20:35

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Jessica Rexroat
mom, this poem is you through and through. A perfect combination of story and poem and to entwine the two and do it well - that's talent
2006-10-01


keith nunes
lovely memory and a lovely poem as a result! you go higher with each gust
2006-09-30


Kathy Lockhart
This one made me smile!!!! I loved all the pictures that ran through my brain tickling me as they passed happily by. Oh, to be 10 again! Pleasant, enjoyable, having me dancing, poem! me
2006-09-30


wee2souls
Loved this write!!
a joyful read so funerama!!
brought me back .how I loved to fly kites..
bookmarked for sure fav:))
hugs to you
cindy:)
2006-09-30