Sunday, April 15, 2012
I met a Red Kite Yesterday.....
What are you thinking my wild friend
As you claim supremacy of the summer sky?
What magic holds you there without a single flap
Of your gorgeous wings?
In a rust coloured waistcoat and a starched white shirt?
Your taloned wings outstretched embrace the sky
You truly are God's work.
They can hear you from Garreg Dan to Caban Coch
Keep on calling my brave beloved, someone will come,
You cannot be the last Red Kite.
Written by Allen Williams 1972.