The Swallows

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It seems so long ago the swallows gathered

Strung like blue beads on the power lines

Gathered for the long flight

Towards summer

And sunlight

The tested their wings, their flying formations

Spread like a shower of rain, blown by the wind

Blue rain swirling skywards

Towards the Sun

And escape

Like the swallows, my fledglings too have flown

They too flew southwards to find life’s fullness

Life’s sweetness, life’s riches

To find Fulfilment

Elsewhere!

I wish I too had wings, the power to fly

Fly on the wind like the swallows

Southwards to find fulfilment

To find a life

Of my own!

But now with Springtime, the swallows are returning

Bringing Summer and the flowers of Summer

What have you seen as you followed the stars

And I waited

Alone?

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Pickle Lake, North-western Ontario | July 1979