The Kite Poem by Paul Reed

The kite struggled out of our hands
And gave soaring flight to our hopes
Higher, higher above the land
Mocked at the hilly slopes

Fluttered and darted in the breeze
As if the sky had given it birth
Released from our leaden unease
It danced above the earth

Set sail across the blue expanse
Flirted in it's lofty domain
Put the clouds under it's trance
Tugged at the twine under strain

Flew defiantly across the sun's beam
As we shaded our eyes to squint
But, as if to improve the gleam
Took the sun's hellish tint

And shone it boldly right through
It's canvas stretched so taut
Tried to hold the flames as they spewed
That never could be caught

Having held sway for just that second
The kite floated gently down
But for that fleeting moment had reckoned
To wear the sun's blazing gown