Ode to Swallows
Dogfighting through both soul and sky�?BR>Banishing Winter’s shadows they fire,
This soul within with summer’s joy;
There are swallows in the byre!
Swift elegances of delight;
Perfection’s grace in swooping flight.
Twisting, turning, diving darts,
Spitfiring through the evening light...
Copyright, Gordon A. MacIntyre, 09/10/08
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