My Kite
My kite is a dragon,
swooping through the skies,
My kite has eyes ablaze,
With sunlight as it flies.
My kite is a bird of prey,
Scanning the Earth for food,
It soars up high and glides,
Then dips when in the mood.
My kite is a butterfly,
Skittering on lacy wings,
Pretty colours fill my mind,
I hear its beauty sing.
My kite is full of happy thoughts,
It flutters through the air,
It gives me joy to imagine,
That I’M flying way up there.
swooping through the skies,
My kite has eyes ablaze,
With sunlight as it flies.
My kite is a bird of prey,
Scanning the Earth for food,
It soars up high and glides,
Then dips when in the mood.
My kite is a butterfly,
Skittering on lacy wings,
Pretty colours fill my mind,
I hear its beauty sing.
My kite is full of happy thoughts,
It flutters through the air,
It gives me joy to imagine,
That I’M flying way up there.
This poem is copyright (©) Fiona Halliday 2024
About the Writer
Fiona Halliday
Fiona has enjoyed and written poetry all her life. She has fond memories of family members sharing poems with her from a very early age. Fiona has taught in primary schools, across the age range, for the last twenty years and specialises in literacy. She loves language, learning and laughter. She also likes alliteration! When she isn’t teaching, reading or writing, Fiona enjoys playing the flute, spending time with her family and drinking copious amounts of tea!
