Kite Flyer

I was that child , chasing the kite..
With euphoric, excitement...
My brother and I always together
Running hither and thither ...we were inseparable. He & I

What I missed most was our togetherness..
Like shoeless ragamuffins we run about our land ..
Chasing the life stock...climbing the trees, without a care .
Life was beautiful, then one day he nearly dies .

Run over by a car..I was left lonely and dejected,
And lonely as lonely as can be...  he was away for quite some time ,
He was at deaths door... but he pulled through, am glad to say
And once again I had my brother...

So we carried on as if nothing had happened ..
The day he came we made a kite ,
He made a frame and covered with coloured silk paper,
We attached a tail... a really long tail

With string and tied rags... all we needed was a reel of string ,
& attached from the middle to four corners ...
The kite was ready to let rip ,
So we climbed on the summer house ...

I can still hear, the sound of that kite ripping through the air
We flew or kite , and fought with our kite,
From the children across the water,

We entangle our kite ,and fought with theirs ,
& finely pulled it across the water..
In euphoria and laughter we fall about,
The summer house kicking and laughing ...

And life was beautiful once again...
I love my brother ...Tiamo Luis ...

                                     By Connie James