I am ten years old
and it is time to fly a kite
For what small change
I can squeeze out from
the small slit of my fathers
plastic change purse
I can fly a kite
Running to Parade Market
I make a list:
Kite
String
Stick
Rags
My sense of pride grows
as my kite fly's higher and higher
with each tug of the
long white string
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Kite flying in the Spring of 1968
Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web. To contact Tru Dillon please go to her web page http://poemandprose.wordpress.com/ and send her a comment.
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