Physical composition of a kite: A poem
Physical composition of a kite: A poem
The kite takes shape, a colorful dream,
With sides that match, a perfect team.
Two sticks the same, near edge to edge,
Spar and spine, upon a ledge.
The sail unfurls, a fabric bright,
Catching the wind with all its might.
Strings called bridle, a clever tie,
Hold the flying line against the sky.
A tail it wears, to dance and sway,
Or wingtip flares, to light the day.
The flying line, a thread so thin,
Connects the kite, lets fun begin.
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