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Come back, come back, my runaway kite! Come back and play with me! Im riding and gliding on whirl-away winds. Im going somewhere. Cant you see? Where are you going my beautiful kite, flying so high in the sky? Im going to visit the lost balloons. I must fly away, fly away, fly! When I hold your string, oh my magical kite, why do I feel the wind in my hand? The wind is a taste of the sky, my young friend, that I give to a child of the land.
Partner Poems for Building Literacy Bobbi Katz & Scholastic, Published by Scholastic Teaching Resources
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