Kite In blustery winds empty skies become busy, dazzling with colour. by Scooj Rate this:Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Published by scooj I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order. View all posts by scooj
Love kite flying. You don’t see it much in North America any more. Sometimes on the Marina in San Francisco but that is all really. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
There used to be a big international kite festival in Bristol, but it hasn’t happened for a couple of years. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
‘The Light Kite Is Right Outta Sight, The Strings Drawn Tight Circulation’s Slight Definitely Despite My Height It’s The Overnight Highlight’ LikeLike Reply
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A very nice poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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Love kite flying. You don’t see it much in North America any more. Sometimes on the Marina in San Francisco but that is all really.
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There used to be a big international kite festival in Bristol, but it hasn’t happened for a couple of years.
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‘The Light Kite Is Right
Outta Sight, The Strings Drawn Tight
Circulation’s Slight
Definitely Despite My Height
It’s The Overnight Highlight’
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