A KITE
I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,
And ride upon the breeze and go
Which ever way I chanced to blow.
Then I could look beyond the town,
And see the river winding down,
And follow all the ships that sail
Like me before the merry gale,
Until at at last with them I came
To some place with a foreign name.
Frank Dempster Sherman
