Issue 67: Kite Poems

By Joyce Carol Oates

thing there
is in the American
soul that soars with
kites that soar! Some-
thing alive with the roar
of the wind lifting the kite
that soars above rooftops, tree-
tops, and awestruck heads! And yet—
Something there is not in the
American soul to adore the
kite that fails to soar.
I’ve seen it, I’ve
feared it, and
so have you.
The kite whose tail
is tattered in the
TV antenna.
The kite that rises
at dawn
then crashes
at your feet.
in a

The Wind– Robert Louis Stevenson

I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies’ skirts across the grass-
O wind, a- blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all-
O wind, a- blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a- blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

Who Likes the Wind? Leah Gibbs Knobbe
“I,” said the kite, “I like the wind,
I call it fun To travel high and wink at the sun!”
“I,” said the boat, I like the wind, Just let it blow
And fill my sails and away I’ll go!”
“I,” said the thistle, “I like the wind, I call it fun
To leap and jump and before the wind run!”

March- May Richstone
A boy with a kite
In windy weather
Tying the earth
And sky together.

A Kite– Anonymous
I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,
And ride upon the breeze and go
Whichever way I chanced to blow.

Kite Song- Elaine V. Emans

All the other Seasons
added up together
never can compare
with kite flying weather!

Like a bird skimming
across the blue sky
my kite travels swiftly
beautiful and high!

The cord often runs
stinging through my hand,
as my bird soars higher
higher o’er the land

But all too soon twilight
lowers on the town,
and I must haul my bird
down, down, down!

Kite Friends- Jean Warren
One little kite in the sky so blue,
Along came another then there were two,
Two little kites flying high above me,
Along came another , then there were three,
Three little kites, just watch how they soar,
Along came another, then there were four,
Four little kites, so high and alive,
Along came another, then there were five.
Five little kites dancing ‘cross the sky,
What a sight to see, way up so high!

Come Fly a Kite- Jean Warren
Come fly a kite
And watch it sail
Across the sky,
Waving its tail!
Kite, Kite
Kite, kite, soaring high,
Reaching, reaching to the sky
First you’re high then you’re low,
Swooping, swirling, round you go,
Kite, kite, fine and free,
Dancing, dancing, just for me.

Flight Fun- Martin Shaw
The shiny kite with arms outstretched,
Soared high above the trees,
It swerved and turned and circled ’round,
And danced upon the breeze.
If, when I put my arms outstretched,
A breeze would lift me high,
I’d flip and soar and circle ’round,
And race the birds that fly.

Kite Days- Mark Sawyer
A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze
And acres of ground away from trees.
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string–
O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!

To a Red Kite- Liilian Morre
upon the sky.
Take the string
you need.
Ride high,
above the park.
Tug and buck
and lark
with the wind.
Touch a cloud,
red kite.
Follow the wild geese
in their flight.