A child’s eyes watch the gliding kite,

Intrigued they stare as it begins to rise,

Higher, higher, higher, into flight,

The strings pull harder and fight,

As the wind grows stronger in the open skies.

The wings tremble in the turbulent might,

The enfants body tilts backwards to equalize,

The invisible force taking, taking the kite,

As the chord comes to an end so tight,

Grip loosens as the wind prys,

The young pilot screeches in frustrated fright,

Losing no matter what the navigator tries,

A monster wins the tug-a-war plight,

Stealing away the youth’s very own right,

To have control of strings where he flies.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

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