Thank you very much!
The kites
Daphne Lister
Up in the air
See the kites fly,
Like coloured birds
In the wind-whipped sky.
I wish I were small
And light as air,
I would climb on a kite
And sail up there.
Then I'd drift upon
The paper wings
And hear the songs
That the wild wind sings.
What fun it would be
To look right down -
Over the park
And rooftops of town.
The people below
Would stand and stare
And wish they were me
High, high in the air.