The kite and It's Master

Poem

The kid,on his way home,found a kite,
a kite that is torn and rendered white,
He took it home with him and showed his mother,
it was his proud possession,something he can flutter,
He glued it back and colored it blue,
the color of his eyes and happy hue,
He asked his father to teach him how,
and running the kite is all he does now,
The kite is humbled,it flew just for his smile,
it likes flying,but not too far from his aisle,
He liked tugging the string a little hard,
he knew,no matter what,it’s home is downward,
The kite shuddered every time the wind blew faster,
held a little tighter,afraid of losing his new master,
The time passed with ease,and going to school is a bummer,
now the kite waits,in vain,for the next summer.