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A RED KITE


‘Look my son! Look

There’s a kite flying high’

‘Where Daddy, where?

Let me see!

But it has no string,

No tail of red ribbons

It has no one controlling its flight’

‘Ah, no my son, it needs no string

No tail of red ribbons

No hand controlling its flight

For it’s a kite of the air

A kite that is free


Jan Hedger