The Red Kite

richardpeeej on Dec 30, 2009

A poem about a Red Kite.

The Red Kite

I am a kite, but I have no string,
I glide on thermals in early spring.
I’m a bird of prey, but say no prayer,
My Saviour is the wind and rising air.

I nest on high in an old oak tree,
I feed on carrion gifted to me.
I own no goods and have no friend,
But will cherish my life until the end.

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BB2010 on Dec 30, 2009
Very Nice Richard
richardpeeej on Dec 30, 2009
Thank you BB
myshine on Dec 30, 2009
I like the fact that your poems deal with so many different ideas!
richardpeeej on Dec 30, 2009
Thank you myshine, I enjoy many different things.
fashion girl on Jan 1, 2010
this poem is so touching to my heart…
richardpeeej on Jan 1, 2010
Thanks fashion girl glad you liked it
redkites.net on Jan 12, 2010
Lovely poem Richard.
richardpeeej on Apr 5, 2010
Thank you redkites.net
SongbirdB on Jan 17, 2011
This is so lovely…Birds in flight, poetry in motion indeed…
richardpeeej on Jan 17, 2011
Thank you Songbird I was inspired to write this when on holiday with the family on the welsh borders, and saw many Red Kites flying around….

Hi there!