Wednesday, 15 June 2016

The Kite



As part of our reading this week, we read this poem:

The Kite
by Harry Behn


How bright on the blue
Is a kite when it's new!


With a dive and a dip
It snaps its tail
Then soars like a ship
With only a sail


As over tides
Of wind it rides,


Climbs to the crest
Of a gust and pulls,
Then seems to rest
As wind falls.


When string goes slack
You wind it back


And run until
A new breeze blows
And its wings fill
And up it goes!


How bright on the blue
Is a kite when it's new!


But a raggeder thing
You never will see
When it flaps on a string
In the top of a tree.


Here are some of us reading the poem:

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