A Poem: Swallows, I Missed You

For everything there is a time and a season....easy come, and easy go.




The swallows have gone

Safely away;

Leaving me here to work

And to pray.

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Each spring's return

Is joyous and glad,

Swooping, diving,

So close to my head,

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As if to say "Yes,

We've been away,

Down south we went,

To frolic and play."

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But you left me here

To shelter my brood,

And nurture them, too,

As you did so good..

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I dreamed that I could

Fly south one day,

After a summer of work,

For a winter of play.

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Now it's that time again,

The season is here.

So nice to see you

Nesting, swooping and near.

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And, while you were gone,

With winter so drear,

I fashioned a plan,

Which now you can hear.

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A little more work,

A little more saving,

Come fall when you split

For those climes you are craving,

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My bags will be packed,

My clothes and my kit,

My tickets all bought,

My brood healthy and fit,

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Will fly with me south

To the land where you stay;

From our summer of work,

To that winter of play.


(c) 2011 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.


Watching and photographing the birds....

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Cara.R 4 years ago from New York

That was so beautiful, I read it out loud and when I got to the end I cried. Very touching.


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Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond Author

Cara.R you hold the record, so far. Your completed comment within six minutes of my posting this poem. Yours is the current record! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Don't we all dream of warmer climes at some point during our winters? It takes the swallows a lot of effort to get to theirs on their own, and I have heard it said that hummingbirds may be migrating south on the backs of Canadian Geese. That thought has merit, but could it be?


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Cara.R 4 years ago from New York

I would love to join them even for a little while. That would make for an amazing photo...if I were a hummingbird on the back of a Canadian Goose I would get all comfy in those feathers and enjoy the ride! Even if it's not true it paints a nice picture :)


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Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond Author

Good company, too, I wonder though, do they speak the same language as we do?


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Cara.R 4 years ago from New York

Probably not but I would work around that some how. You have me daydreaming about shrinking into a hummingbird now. Oh my I'm rhyming and I don't mean to. :))


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Absolutely beautiful...I love the way you rhyme..wonderfully done...I voted up and awesome...debbie


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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

Wonderful poem. Voted up and awesome.


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annart 4 years ago from SW England

Reminded me of when the swallows arrive at our home in France - the year begins then and I love to watch their twilight activity! Voted up


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picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

loved this poem!! It flowed beautifully. vote up!


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Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond Author

I wonder where our love of poetry comes from, but I suspect it grew from nursery rhymes way back when. Thanks for each comment; they are treasured.

For picklesandrufus: how I like your pen name! My dad grew the produce that made up much of the pickles my mom canned, and his name was Rufus (the son of the Cyrenian who helped carry Christ's cross; also a believer to whom Paul sent greetings.)


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Beautifully done! So many times I have thought about going south for the winter--


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KDee411 4 years ago from Bay Area, California

Beautiful poem, I love the swallows. I think I would make a good swallows, just flying where the warm sun is always shinning. You've got the right idea.

Kay.

I finally got my first hub in, I'm excited. Kay


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mary615 4 years ago from Florida

I'm like the swallows; I'm going further south for the remainder of the winter. I crave the sunshine. Beautiful poem. Well done.

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