Journal-Times (Grayson, KY)

Wednesday's Post

June 18, 2014

‘Let’s go fly a kite’ is more than a song title

June 18, 2014 — Are you concerned that too many kids today are preoccupied with handheld electronic devices and don’t know how to play outdoors?

I, too, shared those feelings until a recent visit to the seashore with my grandchildren.

One of my nine-year-old grandsons was captivated watching several kites flying high above the beach.

Shortly thereafter, thanks to an observant and generous uncle, he was flying his own kite and having a wonderful time.

His enthusiasm caught my attention and I tried my hand at handling the kite with the skull and crossbones flying nearly 400 feet over the Outer Banks of North Carolina.

Watching the kites soaring and dancing against the blue sky brought to mind that happy song, “Let’s Go Fly A Kite” from Walt Disney’s “Mary Poppins”.

Discreetly using my cell phone to find the original song online, I began singing along with those happy, catchy lyrics:

Let's go fly a kite

Up to the highest height

Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring

Up through the atmosphere

Up where the air is clear

Oh let's go fly a kite

Richard and Robert Sherman wrote the song for the end of the movie where the main character played by David Tomlinson, a bank teller, realizes that his family is more important than his job.

He mends his son’s kite and takes his family on a kite-flying outing. The song is sung by him, Dick Van Dyke and a chorus.

When you send it flying up there

All at once you're lighter than air

You can dance with the breeze over houses and trees

With your fist holding tight to the string of your kite

I whistled, hummed and tried to sing that tune for the rest of our vacation, cherishing the plain yet profound truth about sharing simple pleasures with those we love.

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