Two Hawks

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    Poem Commentary

    I wrote this poem when my kids were small. I homeschooled them both for four years. During that time we did a lot of hands-on learning. This poem is about the handmade kites we built together and how nature "flies things better." most of my poems from this time period are rather short, due to lack of time, but also, when writing for children, shorter poems capture their attention more easily. 

    Two Hawks
    It was a mid-March two-hawk day

    A gale-force wind with backdrop gray

    The two-stick kite

    was jerked and tossed

    The red-tail hawks both

    stayed aloft

    Through countless trials

    with frozen hands

    We launched our kite

    It crashed again

    Perhaps we'll learn

    to fly kites high

    by watching hawks

    Glide in the sky

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    SavVySam commented on Two Hawks

    12-11-2009

    Filled with all of the very best elements of kite flying,this work contains more punch for it's brevity! Afternoons spent kite flying with my daughter, were always a special treat, and so is your poem! Good work!
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    blackfootlady commented on Two Hawks

    12-11-2009

    I have a few friends that love hawks too.this is simple and full of grace,Ty.Churv
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    Lolee commented on Two Hawks

    12-11-2009

    Awesome. I really like this...My grandson would too.
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    Musicmynded1 commented on Two Hawks

    12-03-2009

    A longer tail,, kites always desire a longer tail. This is really great work,, u should be in the working field of poetry somewhere, havent read much of yours,,,,, maybe u are already in the field w/it somewhere. Good Job!
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    lonewolf commented on Two Hawks

    11-27-2009

    Awesome!! To be able to soar with the hawks, what a thought!! Thanks for taking me on the journey.
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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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