Caught up with the kites around me
Winds taking us through the light blue skies
All for me to wonder is laid out below
The clouds billow and stretch before my eyes
Children dream with dragons flying up high
With St George’s shield deflecting their flames
Down drafts thrust the kites to the earth
The crosses crippled down with heaven’s blame
Parents stroke their children’s hair and blot tears
Hoping more time would make them all right
Burnt edges angry now from lightning
Crosses twisting wildly now in the night
Writing away with the wind and rain
Caught up as the twisting crosses fly
Parents and children scatter below
Dark clouds swirl; stretch angry threats from the sky
© 2012 Michael Yost 06/11