Kites

Steve Shoemaker with a kite on the Illinois prairie

Old man , Steve Shoemaker, with kite by soybean field on the Illinois prairie behind his home.

Children run to make a kite

lift into the air.  I let

wind pull line from reel and stand

still with a quite lazy smile.

Then I wrap the string around

poles I beat into the ground.

If the wind stays resolute,

colors maintain altitude!

Day and night kites can fly

far from trees and cars and wires.

I live where the fields are wide,

 blue skies hold the windy wind.

Far away at night I see

red lights in a line.  Turbines

turn and electricity

is made from my friend the wind!

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Dec. 24, 2012

Wind turbines at night

Wind turbines at night

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About Gordon C. Stewart

I've always liked quiet. And, like most people, I've experienced the world's madness. "Be Still! Departure from Collective Madness" (Wipf and Stock Publishers, Jan. 2017) distills 47 years of experiencing stillness and madness as a campus minister and Presbyterian pastor (IL, WI, NY, OH, and MN), poverty criminal law firm executive director, and social commentator. Our dog Barclay reminds me to calm down and be much more still than I would be without him.

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