Poem - The Dancing Kite

 The Dancing Kite
                              for Barry 

They made a kite 
that really flew.
Eyes fill with
Sheer delight.

In all my days 
I never knew
So wondrous 
Happy a sight

With dowel sticks , string 
And paper bright
Much chatter in between.

With balance string 
and pretty tail 
They launched this flying thing.

For many an hour 
that summers day
Way high up in the sky

That kite did dance 
a merry dance.
Weaving happily at its play.

Somewhere up there  
it's flying still 
Among the satellites.

A merry thing 
A wondrous thing 
My sonny's dancing kite.


by Hillie Feldman, undated written on Kibbutz Yizreel