kite poem

kite poem

Post by Greg Mountjo » Mon, 23 Feb 1998 04:00:00

I think that I shall never see a kite that doesn't like to tease a tree
A tree whose open arms are stretched to snare it's brightly colored
flesh

(chorus:)
"Let the breeze be right,
Let it hold our kites,
Let them float so high,
Let them paint the sky."