I was the big sister
Two little hands in mine
As we crossed the road
Over to the field of hay bales.
Green grass and blue skies,
Fluffy white clouds and two rolls of kite string.
We ran and screamed as our kite rose on the breeze
I still feel the burn on my fingers
As our kite flew into the sky
Two balls of twine and UP it went!
We imagined people in planes waving to our flag
And after it fell to earth again
It traveled with us through the woods
Down to the blueberry patch
To partake in our stolen goods
And stained blue, like our mouths
Three sisters with golden hair
We rested, kite and all,
Dreaming of freedom in the air.
And of a flag whose flight
was worth the fall.
-LM Jones