I watched a little boy flying his kite no ordinary kite

I watched a little boy flying his kite no ordinary kite
At the end of the string flying higher and higher
Is a plum tree hanging with fruit
How bizarre is this and how fantastically courageous
A little boy given the gift of imagination
That flying his kite the plum tree
Will drop its fruit into the hungry mouths waiting below
Food for a country at war and a kite
For the people to stop hating one another
A kite controlled by a little boy
And a plum tree dropping its fruit
I think love itself is overcome with joy
And I see it now if you want to fly a kite
Make sure you have the imagination to fly it

Ronald Rae

 

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