Poetry Corner | To a Red Kite

As I was washing dishes last night, this poem came to me. My brother and I memorized it together in elementary school, and I haven't thought of it in years. When it popped into my head last night, it took me back to Virginia days of homeschooling. 

To a Red Kite
by Lilian Moore

Fling
yourself
upon the sky.

Take the string
you need.
Ride high,

high
above the park.
Tug and buck
and lark
with the wind.

Touch a cloud,
red kite.
Follow the wild geese
in their flight.