Friday, 2 June 2017

On a June Day

Swallows greet us with sharp cries
With nests in Beaulieu – a surprise
They swoop across the shining rails
Visiting cards leave mucky trails!

Down our busy street next to the wood
Under wooden gutters they make good
Their short-lived homes with moss and twig,
And loop-the-loop - their favourite gig!

One swallow does not a summer make
But there are many – no mistake!
Blue skies seem set at fair – but hark
Storms threaten Brussels after dark ...

There are buds and insects in profusion
This rich increase is no illusion
Nature in her brightest garb
Catches this Poet off her guard...

Politics has gory sights
More scheming lords than shining knights!
But Mother Nature in full glory
Provides the most enduring story!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017

Swallow nests

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