Flying A Kite

Flying A Kite

A Poem by Marie Harrison

Happy Kite Poem


Flying A Kite

Red and purple ribbons

Twist and rip through the air,

As we go racing across the sandy beaches,

Sailing our fighting green dragon

Higher and higher


Hours and hours spent

Fearlessly running back and forth

With our arms reaching up to the sky

Our necks stretching

As far they can,

Keeping a constant vigil

On our prized aero-dynamic



Our chilled skin

Starts to chap and burn

Providing crimson evidence of

The harsh beatings from fierce the

Atlantic winds


Our voices crack

Growing hoarse from

Hours of unabashed,

Grandstand cheering and

Overblown yelling all day



Beaming smiles

Of pride and

Amazement flash

Across our

Cherub faces,

While warm

Waves of eternal

Brotherhood and

Love flood our

Carefree hearts


These are the

Days boys live for!


© 2011 Marie Harrison

Author's Note

Marie Harrison
My Grandfather used to love to fly kites. We would spend hours flying our kites.
I wrote this thinking of him as a child flying kites with his friends on the Atlantic beaches. I still love to fly them along the beach shores.

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I just recently flew a kite for the first time... oh my gosh it was so exciting! I love the way your poem captures the thrill of it. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago

I agree with the poem. A good day spend with family and friends flying skies are the good day. We need to gather family and create simple pleasures and memories like in this poem. Thank you for the outstanding poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago

last time i flew a kite was about 10 years ago? Just south of Kitty Hawk beach.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Being land-locked, as I was, I had to wait for wendy March before much kite-flying could be done. Vivid like your memories, I recall us kids flying our kites on the playground during recess. The box-kite I brought once could fly much higher than the others. Then there was the time I flew a kite in an open field and it got away from me. I chased the string through the weeds and ran full-speed into a barbed wire fence, perforating myself quite well.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Lovely.. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago

A lovely things to do - though I got neck-ache flying my grandson's last week... and today's kites are so powerful and sophisticated...

Posted 12 Years Ago

O let's go fly a kite up in the atmuspher. I happen to like Mary Popins thank you.

Posted 12 Years Ago

This really uses state imagery and colour to brighten the journey for the reader, I really enjoyed your sense of sattirical writing, well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago

I have not flown a kite in years... what a rush of memories flooding back. Love this lighthearted poem

Posted 12 Years Ago

I remember flying kites on the Pacific beaches. Very fun. This really great poem brought back those wonderful memories. Thanks!

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on August 27, 2011
Last Updated on August 27, 2011


Marie Harrison
Marie Harrison

Atlanta, GA

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