The Brave Little Kite by Katherine Pyle

‘I never can do it,’ the little kite said,
As he looked at the others high over his head;

‘I know I should fall if I tried to fly.’
‘Try,’ said the big kite, ‘only try!
Or I fear you will never learn at all.’
But the little kite said, ‘I’m afraid I’ll fall.’

The big kite nodded, ‘Ah well, goodbye;
‘I’m off,’ and he rose towards the tranquil sky.
Then the little kite’s paper stirred at the sight,
And trembling he shook himself free for flight.

First whirling and frightened, then braver grown,
Up, up he rose through the air alone.
Till the big kite, looking down could see
The little one rising steadily.

Then how the little kite thrilled with pride,
And he sailed with the big kite side by side!
While far below he could see the ground,
And the boys like small dots moving around.

They rested high in the quiet air,
And only the birds and clouds were there.
‘Oh, how happy I am!’ the little kite cried;
‘And all because I was brave, and I tried.’

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