Summer's Swallows Poem by Denis Martindale

Whether the Summer's short or long,
The swallow makes the nest,
So when it's done it's good and strong,
Enough to pass the test...
The tiny eggs respond to love,
Where they're kept safe and sound,
Then soon the chicks are balls of fluff
That wander round and round...

But each first flight's not far away,
For soon it must arrive,
For destiny begins that day,
Here's hoping they survive...
To soar above their nest and then
Survey the land below,
Who knows if they'll return again,
Or leave and onward go?

Yet each must make that choice, of course,
That day or some day soon,
As if obeying Nature's laws,
Some dawn or afternoon...
And all alone, to persevere,
Till loneliness must end,
The day their destiny makes clear,
It's time to find a friend...


Denis Martindale, copyright November 2015.


Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.