March Wind

Eleanor Dennis

We made a brand-new kite today,

And soon as we were through

We came out here to fly it,

And the wind just blew and blew.

 

And now the kite’s a tiny speck;

We’ve used up all the string;

I’d like to go and get some more.

Anne’s such a tiny thing

 

To hold the kite all by herself;

I wouldn’t let her try,

For fear I might look back and see

Anne sailing through the sky.