KITE POEMS

A KITE

Ioften sit and wish that I

Could be a kite up in the sky

,And ride upon the breeze and go

,Whichever way I chanced to blow.

Kites

The March wind is calling,

"Come fly your kite!

"The wind is blowing

With all its might.

The kites are tossingIn the sky.

The wind is calling,"Come fly up high."

Kites

Five little kites flying high in the sky

Said, "Hi!" to the cloud as it passed by,

Said, "Hi!" to the birds, said "Hi!" to the sun,

Said, "Hi!" to an airplane--oh what fun

!Then whish went the wind

And they all took a dive:

One Two Three Four Five.