Kite Beard Kevin

An Ode to Kite Beard Kevin

Never seen without a kite was Kite Beard Kevin
It was rumoured his kites flew as high as heaven

He was fascinated by the wind up in the sky
That magical invisible thing that helped him to fly

Forever building contraptions to get himself into the clouds
His zest for flying was insatiable, it knew no bounds

He once made a glider from a tarp and tent poles
Jumped off the river bridge and flew all the way to Coles

His kite-cycle was his favourite mode of transport by far
Quicker than ground cycling and way better than a car

Anytime he went to the beach that’s the way that he would go
Floating up there on those air currents, going with the flow

The End