Fly my kite

by Aydin | April 28, 2017
Poetry Contest 2017

          My Kite


I like to fly my kite in bed

So high above my tiny head

It rises and fleds above my bed.

I just said, “Why do I like to do that

Why ?  Do I do ?”

Don’t ask me why

I like to see it glide

With my magic eyes

My flying kite flew up so very high

As you see it, it will make you sigh.

As my kite flies around my room

I grab my favorite blanket

because it’s time to snooze.

In my beautiful room.

Goodnight kite .



By:  Aydin W

CAVA / Kindergarten

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