Kite Comments

Tweaks childhood memories but equally could be a metaphor for the struggle to succeed in life. Mine was an orange tubular steel framed box kite which used to go so high you could barely see it. One day I tripped and fell on it and it never flew again. Nice poem, evokes memories. Patrick

...delightful Bob, I happily recall kite flying as a kid. Today kite flying is another name for floating dud cheques about. C'est la vie? Best Jerry