Monday, September 27, 2010

THE TEN CENT KITE

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.


Judi Donnelly

from Poems
copyright 1971
Dundee N

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