Lovely Penguin

My kite tale
By marie gordon

Tugging a white string
I scampered through the weeds
Chasing a swift menace
As if wind had will

See how delicate
Those tiny toes splintered
Tumbling over sharp sticks
Smiling through the pain

Watching the kite fly
My plastic dream afloat
On God’s lofty blue sea
I could taste the rush

Begging for a breeze
Let my chariot rise
If God could lift the sky
A tad, it’d be great

Hold me little kite
And I’ll hold on to you
Lend me your bird’s eye view
And I’ll give you wings

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