I Read a Poem I read a poem with expressions of love That smiled like kites in the blue, windy sky In beautiful designs which drew my eye Up, over a hill, to the sun above ‘Til watching I needed my own hand’s shade: There were kites bright with tails of thin drawn length Slowly twisting in the spring breeze whose strength Visibly sailed the miracles, hand-made. Sky-held, hill high, a festival of joy, Tied to many hands and skills of ages, Children and parents, poets and sages, With me part of the song – a man and boy. Wonderful memory of … the words fade. She is my beloved whom no art has made. |