20. The kite

She ran through the woods,
along the river,
through the field,
to catch her broken kite.

The kite flew with the wind,
round and round, up and down,
holding her skirt up,
jumping fences, she followed.

That is the kite aunt June made her,
with glistening red paper,
and long blue tail,
one that beat everyone.

And at last,
the kite decided to halt,
on top of that old oak tree,
so high above the ground.

She climbed the tree
and got the kite back,
and ran back home,
and fell in a puddle.

Covered in mud,
kite in hand,
the little girl went back home,
trodding along.

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