The buzzards wheel slowly <br />In wide circles, in a sky <br />Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. <br />And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie <br />Beating the grass into long waves. <br />My kite is above the wind, <br />Though now and then it wobbles, <br />Like a man shaking his shoulders; <br />And the tail streams out momentarily, <br />Then sinks to rest. <br />And the buzzards wheel and wheel, <br />Sweeping the zenith with wide circles <br />Above my kite. And the hills sleep. <br />And a farm house, white as snow, <br />Peeps from green trees -- far away. <br />And I watch my kite, <br />For the thin moon will kindle herself ere long, <br />Then she will swing like a pendulum dial <br />To the tail of my kite. <br />A spurt of flame like a water-dragon <br />Dazzles my eyes -- <br />I am shaken as a banner!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dillard-sissman/
