Where is the Wind

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First we went down the stairs

In hopes the wind was over the there
Then we went on a train over the river

But there, there was only a sliver
Then we took a ferry and it was quite merry

To a spot under a bridge where we stood on the ridge
A little wind but the kite would not get up
Maybe we had run out of luck
Shrugged and unsure we trucked on

looking for a more secluded lawn
We found a baseball field and a parking lot

It appeared to be the perfect spot
Yet still there was no wind as we ran with the kite
Its okay we agreed, another night