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