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Summer’s Shadows
The poet says:
Come follow the sickle the tines and the swallows
Lie here with the falls of the mown in the meadows
With your eyes tether to, fly in tow with their passage
Lend an ear listen here to the sounds of their message;
Parent swallow to her Juvenile:
“Little bird, flutter-burst fast and follow,
Trawl and feast for the flight of tomorrow
O’er the peaks and the troughs of the seas
Leaving meadows to the joy of the breeze;
Stormy drifts little bird o’er the foam
Are the ways of our passages home”
Poet’s reflection:
Whilst lying here amidst the hey to gaze and gaze on swallows
Across my brow there passes by their sprites as summer’s shadows.