Date:	Mon, 14 Mar 1994 17:20:26 -1000
From:	tanaka_be@swam1.enet.dec.com
Message-Id: <9403150318.AA23961@enet-gw.pa.dec.com>
Organization: Division of Applied Sciences, Harvard University
Subject: A Kite Poem for the new spring

        Winter Metamorphosis

A bright sun rising from winter,
Heads northward to meet the new spring.
Up it climbs, in a chorus of clouds,
To a song that the March winds sing.

Wheeling and falling like  hawks in a dive, 
Cross the sky our kites come roaring.
But a pull on our lines turns the ground away
And sends them back upwardly soaring.

Its a high flight, that spirals up
Into a blue harbor, an ocean of air.
Like sailors on ships that can fly,
Our kites take us racing up there.

We fly with a vision of perfect tranquility,
Til mind, heart, and kite become one.
Floating on light, lost in blue brightness,
Like the dream that we were and the sun we've become....

Til its we that are rising from winter,
Heading northward to meet the new spring,
Up we climb in a chorus of clouds,
To a song that the March winds sing.


                            -Bert


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Date:	Mon, 14 Mar 1994 18:58:37 -1000
From:	rec@dancer.NoSubdomain.NoDomain (Raymond E. Cline)
Message-Id: <2m3f9t$aab@dancer.ca.sandia.gov>
Organization: Sandia National Laboratories
Subject: Re: A Kite Poem for the new spring

Take the Cares Away

I rise in much anticipation,
Of the day's events to come.
Tis flying day and wind has come,
To take the cares away.

To wind I rush,
My pulse be rising,
Sun and breeze I pray,
Come quickly and with stern resound,
To take the cares away.

With feet upon the solid ground,
And soul amid the clouds.
My tethered being darts and plays,
To take the cares away.

Few in number though we are,
The seekers of the wind.
We play amongst the gods this day,
To take the cares away.

To soar among the flying things,
Your soul would best be served,
With wishes for a tethered beast,
To take the cares away.


Ray Cline


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Date:	Sat, 19 Mar 1994 09:55:13 -1000
From:	jmark@mason1.gmu.edu (Jonathan S Mark)
Message-Id: <2mflb1$b7@portal.gmu.edu>
Organization: George Mason University, Fairfax, Virginia, USA
Subject: Re: A Kite Poem for the new spring

In article <9403150318.AA23961@enet-gw.pa.dec.com> tanaka_be@swam1.enet.dec.com writes:
>        Winter Metamorphosis
>>
>Til its we that are rising from winter,
>Heading northward to meet the new spring,
>Up we climb in a chorus of clouds,
>To a song that the March winds sing.
>
>
>                            -Bert
K
I went out today to fly my kite.  It sits behind the sofa all
winter waiting for the perfect March day to be flown.  Everything was
great, the kite was soaring and my dog ruffles was sitting, sniffing
the breeze.  I decided that I should bring the kite in, I didn't want to 
be too greedy I was afraid it might crash.  As I was bringing it in 
the strings and spindle slipped through my hands.  I ran after it, but it was 
gone.  I could still see it.  It looked as though the string had
been caught on something, but the kite was still flying.  I went into the 
woods and just as I was under the place where I had seen it flying, the kite 
disappeared completely.  Now I have no kite.

				-glt



















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