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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Kite The Wind Took As If A Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You bought the kit, <br>couldn’t wait for Mum to clear the table<br>to spread its bits and pieces out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">didn’t your Dad help you? Yes, of course – <br>those were the good times..<br>‘your Dad’… do we ever really realise<br>they had a life of their own, <br>not merely extras in the drama<br>of your life? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wooden struts cut to length, <br>the careful, don’t hurry Michael cotton wound<br>around the glue, and then more glue, <br>put the top back on again Michael<br>or you’ll be sorry when you come to use it again…<br>what’s again, in a boy’s life? …</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that special waterproofed paper<br>finally in place; Mum’s hair-dryer<br>cautiously used to tauten<br>the bright kite’s sail<br>not too near Michael, <br>read the instructions…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it’s alive now, the kite, <br>the two of you waiting<br>to learn about wind, even<br>what you thought a mere light breeze…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what strength! on that first outing<br>on the beach or in the park; <br>the mere light breeze<br>which as your kite sailed up there in the sky, <br>dipping, soaring around the other kites<br>like a half learned, half graceful dance<br>which the wind wrote</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but you did not listen fully to: <br>a sudden pull of wind, a parting<br>somewhere between string and kite…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no longer your kite; now<br>it’s the wind’s kite<br>sailing off into the blue<br>to meet the clouds perhaps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was it your Dad, after<br>he too had been silent-sad, <br>or was it Mum as she wiped your face who said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wind, the sky, loved it too much<br>to give it back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so with poems.<br>Throw away the box and stuff<br>but keep the glue, it may, like memory, <br>come in useful<br>next time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so with poems.<br>The wind, the sky, <br>deserve them for their own; <br>they can go further, faster, they’re more strong<br>than you; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">let go the string, now, as it falls to earth; <br>watch the bright kite<br>till it's out of sight; <br>was it ever yours?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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couldn’t wait for Mum to clear the table
to spread its bits and pieces out

didn’t your Dad help you? Yes, of course – 
those were the good times..
‘your Dad’… do we ever really realise
they had a life of their own..."></div>
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