Feb 2018
I wonder what my kite could see,
So high above you and me.
And if the birds are friends with him,
As I am friends with Grace and Tim.
Can it touch the fluffy clouds,
Or see the planes pass us by.
To see my kite far above,
as my string burst, I began to cry.
So high above you and me.
And if the birds are friends with him,
As I am friends with Grace and Tim.
Can it touch the fluffy clouds,
Or see the planes pass us by.
To see my kite far above,
as my string burst, I began to cry.
This poem was written in 2006 when I was 6 years old, it was based on an event that happened before and I wrote this poem in remembrance of the kite I once had.
