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How fun it was to fly paper kites !
A lovely morning , it was years ago,
I saw a paper kite fly,
It went up and up very up in the air,
as if it would touch the sky!
A beautiful yellow kite it was,
proudly swayed in the air.
Why will my kite stay at home?
I didn’t think it would be fair.
So with my red paper kite I was out in the field
with a nephew of mine,
He held the kite, let it go up from a distance,
I made it fly high, fine.
As there was strong wind blowing
I chose the kite with a tail,
It went up fast and soon looked very small,
My nephew was biting his nail.
Worried he was, told me ‘ Uncle
Come on give a good fight.
I have heard you always win.
You will have to prove it right.’
I smiled and said ‘Keep quiet my dear,
Let me concentrate hard.
I will make it move wherever I want,
I will make it fly like a bird.’
The yellow kite kept coming too close,
Tried to hit my kite!
My kite glided down and shot up again,
Fully ready for the fight.
Great fight it was, my kite won,
Yellow one couldn’t fly!
Torn it was, got stuck on tree top,
And then I heard a cry.
Oh God it was little Jack’s kite!
I felt ever so sorry.
Called Jack, gave him a kiss
Said ‘ Please don’t worry.’
‘Oh you gave me a fight,
so tough it was my dear !’
These words really cheered him up
He wanted more to hear.
‘Please take my kite, it's yours.
fly it and have all fun,’
He took it, with big smile on his face
off he made a run.
Children, how sweet they are !
It’s so sad to see them cry.
We can always help them smile
With only love, if we try.