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!
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A royal golden eagle sprite, 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. Yes precious string held fast in his hand. such words give power and imagination and at the end a very positive note to desire for guidance. thank you very much dear Poetess. tony
safe home to love and land, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Good depiction of a childhood memory u captured adolescence wonderfully
Resplendent rhymes and the beauty of the poem makes it wonderful reading. Great work Roann.
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