My kite broke loose,
Took all my string,
And backed away into the sun
I followed far as I could go
As high as I could run
My special top went spinning
Down the gutter, down the drain
I heard it gurgling sideways
Saw it grinning in the rain
My string wrapped around it
As I reached for it in vain
My dog got thin and went away
He took his leash, the wrapping string we pretended was a rope
And went as far as he could hope
To find this sickbed, where I now lay
And now, when I remember Strings
And how they bind together things
They stretch, like reach and run
And hold like hope and give like sun
I tie together the things that I know
And wind up with a poem to show
Now, my friends you should know
This really is no shame
Or something to carry you below
Express your feelings
And use the endless amount of words which you please
And then you shall know,
How I Became A Poet … with Ease,
