waves of air
catch
the fragile paper
launched by
a ten year old
boy’s hand
the wood slim and
firm
rises up up
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
First published 1974
Polished Pebbles
A Bluewater Anthology
Seeker Publishing, Inc.
Sarnia, Ontario
Comments
MaggieG | September 7, 2011 - 02:16
This made me smile deeply... My Da was a kite flyer, making them from scratch. He won many contest as a kid flying them out of sight. He passed it down to me, and I to my children. It was our Easter tradition
Much enjoyed indeed :)
Richard L. Prov... | September 7, 2011 - 15:52
Your comments are appreciated, Maggie. I found a number of my poems from years ago and feel they should be shared. Remember how kites only had paper, and were easier to soar with the wind? Now there is a need to get a plastic one, pre-designed with a mile of string and finally after getting it into the air, one can barely see the dot above them. Richard LP
MaggieG | September 7, 2011 - 15:59
Da used to get this lovely brown wrapping paper. He said it was the best. We children's first go-around with our kites ? We decided to paint them to the amused look of my father. We understood his look when all were too heavy to fly because of the paint. He simply had us start again. But he whispered in my ear ( because I had issues with being "not pretty ) " Plain always flies better. It has no nonsense to hold it down. " I think I fell in love with plain brown paper that day :)