w c

Kite-Flying Contest

Kite-Flying Contest

 

We searched for the jet stream

As we let it fly

There were other kites there too

And they competed in the sky

 

We used a fishing pole

To let the line all out

Others dived and crashed

As they flew about

 

We took 3rd place that day

But lost our kite to gusts

We found it a mile away

Though it was broken stuff

 

There would be another day

When our kite would fly again

With the resurrected frame

Sailing through the wind

 

We could barely be patient

Until that day would come

We would have another chance

To be the number 1

Comments1

  • orchidee

    Good write WC.

    • w c

      Thanks Orchidee!



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