The Kite Runner

Poem Kites Air Swift Dancing anything really

The Kite Runner.....






A swell of the wind, and he lifts off the ground,
Some colourful flier as he's twirling around.

Darting about, like a dog on a lead,     
Dancing a curtsy, a wish to be freed.

A swan of the skyline, a swift of the sea,
He wanders on breezes, freely, gently,

The kite runner’s magic captures my breath,
Watching him wordlessly, shunning his death.