Kite Poem

• Jaii Madden, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2019

My kite
goes up into
the clouds holding
the handle tight. The string
is blowing high in the wind.
Then it twisted in the wind with the air blowing on it.
It is a dangerous park. It looked like I was dancing in the wind.
It was lifting me off the ground looking like I was
Superman then it dropped to the ground.