Flying Kites - A Childhood Adventure

Flying Kites - A Childhood Adventure 

"My kite took me away with my dreams when I was young;
Years had passed and I see kites flying again,
Familiar they seem, but in another time." - avr

Dr Abe V Rotor

Flying Kites at Harvestime, detail of mural by the author 2007

Mandala, detail of mural by the author

Clear against the blue mountain far
Are specks of yellow, red and blue,
And white, and the many colors they make.

Swaying like birds, rising and swooping,
Suspended in time and space,
If not for the sinking sun.

The wind is fair, the grain is golden now,
Else the old folk would complain:
Don’t call the wind when the grain is young.

But kids that we were cared for nothing,
Except our kites at all cost to fly
From the other end of the string.

Up, up they soared into the sky,
Dwarfing Babel, trailing the Apollo-
Flight only our dreams could follow through.

My kite took me away to the city and beyond-
Years had passed and I see kites flying again,

Familiar they seem, but in another time.~