“Yellow Kite” by Ana Richters

Itchy grass and buzzing bees,
Sunlight sifting through the leaves.
Water splashes in the fountain.
Busy children build sand mountains.
Birdies chirp and crickets sing
Over the sound of creaking swings.
Ice cream drips onto the ground,
While flip-flops make a clopping sound.
Mothers laugh and children shout,
Running here, there and all-about.
Up in the air I can just see
A yellow kite flying free.