Reminding me of when
the eagles used to fly around
our verandah,
a kite would bring them down
So close you could almost touch
the pillows of those breasts,
You could almost reach out and touch
the downy soft brown crest
I used to fly a kite
from the porch was close to mine,
Curious birds they flew down
to see what else was flying
And then they had a baby
And then there were all three,
Reminds me of my younger years
and what they mean to me
A contest entry
- Kite flying by cricketjeff.
1500 points, ended October 27, 2008, 7 entries
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A lovely poem from your memory, always great to read something from you my friend. I shall be passing the poems to Necip tomorrow, Thank-you for a very good entry
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Excellent
A fine write, indeed. Imagery, rhythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Again, well done. -
I enjoyed reading this one it is interesting to me that the eagles would come to investigate the kite.
I imagine if I was an eagle I might want to see whom or what was flying in my territory as well.
I have a pair of hawks that live in the woods beside my condo.
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Very good my friend! Good luck in the contest!
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Good job here!
I just loved this one. You should do well in this contest.
God bless!
~ James ~
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