10 CENT KITE
High fly my son the 10 cent kite
Upon the winds you soar
Beneath your eyes, the lure of sky
In studied look is more
than I can apprehend.
The dreams of youth
The fancied flight
The learning, knowing, burning light
The fire and fervor, distant sweet
The challenge ever shall you meet.
Head thrown back, hair askew
Just the 10 cent kite and you
Floating through the sky so blue,
Always thoughts anew you soar.