A Poem on flying kite
A diamond shape dances high in the sky,
With a sturdy frame to help it fly.
Two crossed sticks make a skeleton strong,
Holding the cover where it belongs.
The colorful sail catches the breeze,
Gliding over the tops of the trees.
A long, thin string stays tight in your hand,
To pull it back down to the grassy land.
With a fluttery tail that wiggles behind,
It’s the happiest flyer that you’ll ever find!
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