An Ode to Childhood Memories
I used to chase kites when I was just a child,
soon as they are untethered and fly away wild,
as one of the runners for the neighborhood team
out to find blown kites; hopefully retrieve them,
before runners from the other neighborhoods
recover the kites; or they’re lost in the woods…
We had kite-flying wars when we were children
to occupy us in our little corner, our haven,
on weekend mornings when there’s nothing to do
after chores, except perhaps watch as grass grew…
It was always a team effort to build the kites,
from bamboo sticks, paper and twine; into the nights…
We battle-primed kites; coating the twine with glue
mixed with ground glass from a light bulb or two,
for about a hundred feet, so it could cut the twine
of enemy kites in air maneuvers near the tree line…
I was too little to fly the kites but I got thrills
watching them dart, dip, sail as high as the hills;
but always mindful; ever on edge, for at any minute
a line’s cut, a kite’s lost; off I go to retrieve it!
It matters not if the lost kite is ours or theirs,
for a lot of work went to building kites; so everyone cares!
As the littlest runner, I was proud to be part of a team,
and when I retrieve a kite, for days my eyes are agleam!
© Vic A Evora...

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Olga Gavrilovskiy
8 months

Beautiful poem with so much sunlight and joy :-)

8 months

Thank you Olga.

over 5 years

@Parker, I find myself writing more and more about my childhood. I want my grandchildren to read them so they will really "know" me. Not just that old man with a treat to give them, but someone who was young once just like them.

Thank you for taking the time to read.

Parker Jennings
over 5 years

What's a kite? Haha just kidding, I have a tender sentimentality of my childhood as well, and it's always great to visit other people's memories, if only to serve as a reflection of our own :)

over 5 years

@Ben = And they were big kites too. At least a meter wide as I recall. That's why only the older kids could fly them. Us shrimps were just runners. LOL

Benjamin G. Sangalang
over 5 years

It's not easy to get a kite in the air. I had to do it by trial and error. Top-heavy or tail-heavy won't work. Unbalanced wings will make it spin like a dog chasing its tail. Hahaha.

over 5 years

Yes I did have a memorable childhood despite not having an Ipad nor Xbox LOL.

Thanks for liking Charlotte

Charlotte B. Williams
over 5 years

Sounds like you had fun, It's wonderful to remember the good times we had as children.

Robert L. Martin
over 5 years

I could never get a kite in the air. I guess I didn't have the knack for it.

over 5 years

Yes, those are always pleasant memories that bring a smile to this old man's face. Thank you for liking the poem, Ingeborg.

Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
over 5 years

Oh, those wonderful memories of our childhood!
Vic, all we can do is treasure them. Life bestowed so much more , but those childhood memories are very precious.


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