Up. up and away. . .

The boys flew kites in the late afternoon today.
They were laughing and running and their kites were soaring.
They were so excited, and amazed at what they were doing.
It was chilly, but we couldn't bring ourselves to pull them in and go indoors.
I watched the boys running, eyes shining and full of ripe joy, and my breath caught in my chest.
"These are whispering days, that are passing us by . . ."Peter Himmelman

With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have your own set of wings
With your feet on the ground
You're a bird in a flight
With your fist holding tight
To the string of your kite

Oh, oh, oh!
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!

When you send it flyin' up there
All at once you're lighter than air
You can dance on the breeze
Over 'ouses and trees
With your first 'olding tight
To the string of your kite

Oh, oh, oh!
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Let's go fly a kite!