The Kite

How bright on the blue

It is a kite when it’s new!

With a dive and a dip

It snaps its tail

Then soars like a ship

With only a sail

As over tides

Of wind, it rides,

Climbs tithe crest

Of gust and pulls,

Then seems to rest

As windfalls.

When string goes slack

You wind it back

And run until

A new breeze blows

And its wings fill

And up it goes!

How bright on the blue

It is a kite when it’s new!

But a ragged earthing

You never will see

When it flaps on a string

In the top of a tree.