Swifts

By D G Moody

Sun, 20 Feb 2022
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               Swifts                                   

Swirling high in the blue sky

their yachting wings bringing

them across Africa and Spain;

Swifts will soon be returning;

homing back to our village again.

Then I can only crane my neck

to follow them as aloof they fly –

low and high, quartering the sky.

They cannot share their world;

any love for them is always vain,

all they care for are bugs and air.

I can only watch while they soar,

leaving me below – lost in awe.

 

                                    © D G Moody 2022

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I liked this very much. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Rhiannon, I'm glad you liked it.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I also enjoyed your poem, with its poetic illustrations with words.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks for your comment Jennifer; we'll soon be seeing them again; and I'm now finishing off a Swift nesting box to put under our eaves.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by D Marie on

I like Swifts too -
'all they care for is bugs and air'
I don't think they even notice us?

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thank you for your comment; and yes, they most probably see us like some sort of elongated shape that moves ever so slowly as they fly past.

Dougie Moody