Up and away it goes.
Tethered to more than just a string.
Extending the heights of youthful fun,
soaring along the unmarked course of a child’s imagination.
Let’s go fly a kite.
Into the clouds of our yesterday’s.
Hold on now!
Let out the line of our skills,
our instincts and our hopes above us.
Up and away it goes. Pulling us up!
Wanting us to come along:
To see the heights it has flown for us, horizons we have yet to know.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2015 EWK