Poetry For Children: Flying With My Kite © Poem by Roann Mendriq

A brilliant day to fly my kite,
Where else? But on our beach!
Dad holds it fast, with all his might,
Mum hoists it out of reach!

It's a beauty of a handmade kite,
of light bamboo tissue paper;
A royal golden eagle sprite,
given to fancy flights of caper!

It soars into the bright blue skies,
Wind borne on capricious wings;
High above the sea it flies,
Me, holding steadfast to its string.

It flies right into a cotton cloud,
It's reaching far and free!
'Let it go! ' laughs Dad aloud,
Mum claps her hands with glee!

Dad helps me let the taut string go,
I watch my kite take flight,
Its proud tail glitters with a glow,
Away and out of sight!

Curious crows investigate,
and squawk in shock surprise!
Cawing in loud racuous debate,
about a bird in such disguise!

I think I'm rather like that kite,
I soar when in free rein;
Free as a bird, in joyful flight,
Heedless of all constrain.

And yet I know that precious string,
held steadfast in His hand;
is what will guide my eye and wing,
safe home to love and land.