OFTEN SIT AND WISH THAT I

COULD BE A KITE UP IN THE SKY,

AND RIDE UPON THE BREEZE AND GO

WHICH EVER WAY I CHANCED TO BLOW.

THEN I COULD LOOK BEYOND THE DOWN,

AND SEE THE RIVER WINDING DOWN,

AND FOLLOW ALL THE SHIPS THAT SAIL

LIKE ME BEFORE THE MERRY GALE,

UNTIL AT LAST WITH THEM I CAME

TO SOME PLACE WITH A FOREIGN NAME.

The End

Story by: SAPNA, age 13, India

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