Found a Kite

If you should ever find a kite

And fly it in the air,

You’ll find it flying beautifully,

Flitting, soaring there;

The people staring will be awed

And think that it’s your kite;

Poets and lovers will all laugh

And smile at your kite’s sight.

And when it rains the kite will fall

And flounder to the ground,

And with a sigh you’ll leave at last

With that kite that you found.

Marc Low