The Kite

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 the 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 raggeder thing

You never will see

When it flaps on a string

In the top of a tree.

by Harry Behn