Posts Tagged ‘kites’



Little children love daisy-rings

        Huge truck tire swings                            

        Wet snowball fights                 

        June’s firefly lights

They love all gentle dogs and cats

        Baseballs and bats

        Pink bubble-gum

        A song to hum

They love the fun that summer brings

        Balloons on strings

        Ferris wheel rides

        Big swings and slides

And children love clowns and parades

        Small swaps and trades

        Kites that fly high

        Stars in the sky

They love to lick big ice cream cones

        To throw small stones

        To laugh with glee

        To climb a tree

They love blowing dandelion fluff

        Collecting stuff

        Making mud-pies

        Dozens of WHY’S

And children love to test and tease

        And hug and squeeze . . .

        Right from the start

        They win your heart

Children Love!


2/6/89       Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck


5’th … Indiana NPD 1990

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The camaraderie was very meaningful

between my younger brother and myself..

We were raised during the Great Depression

and we made our own fun, as other children

did, sharing what little we had. Boredom

was never in our vocabulary.


One Christmas there was a pair of roller

skates, for he and I to share, and sometimes

we each wore a skate as we raced downhill

with the joyous freedom of childhood.


There were newspaper kites to send flying,

made from Sunday’s colorful comics,

balsa wood, and a tail of knotted

lisle stockings. With a little adjustment

they soared like eagles on a thermal flow.


Simple objects were the source of summer

fun, such as stilts and our tin-can walking

cleats. The stilts made us feel very daring

and brave, but we loved the sound of those noisy

cleats as they clickity-clacked on the sidewalk.

We thought the noise was simply delicious.


Our tree house was an exciting adventure.

Making it was more fun than using it,

but we had great picnics up there all summer,

with the welcome mat out for everyone.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tasted

so much better up there, than anywhere.

The tree provided our desert in season,

as we’d reach out the window for fresh mulberries.


Winter wasn’t left out in our home-made

fun. A toboggan made of sheet tin and saplings

gave us many hours of snowy enjoyment.

Sliding downhill with the wind in our faces,

until the cold made us go inside for a warm-up.


Sadly, my brother left this world when barely

out of his teens, leaving a huge empty

spot in my life. But he lives on in memory,

racing down the sidewalk with those shared roller

skates. Running down hill with kites flying

behind us. Making noise with tin-can cleats clinging

to our shoes as we clanked down the sidewalk.

Treasured memories of a beloved brother.



9/6/95         Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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