Fly Away, Kite!

By Joan Monahan

My kite flew high.

It caught a breeze,

Danced with the wind,

And hugged some trees.

My kite flew high.

It floated free,

Bounced on a cloud,

And swooped toward me.

My kite flew high.

It swept the sky,

Brushed past the sun,

And waved good-bye.