The Return of the SwiftA Poem by PabThe swifts return each summer and my first sighting of them always brings a smile to my face.The Return of the Swift The blade-sharp wings; the darting, fleet, balletic, neat, parting of the air. The fearless, keen, athletic, lean, peerless airborne flair. With wing-beats never heard; The martin cannot match, The swallow cannot catch, The falcon never snatch This eye-twisting, sky blistering, air-creasing, unceasing, Looping, swooping, archetypal bird. They sting the air, they astonish and astound. The swifts are back. All other birds are falling to the ground. © 2016 Pab |
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1 Review Added on August 29, 2016 Last Updated on August 29, 2016 AuthorPabUnited KingdomAboutI wanted to be an author when I was a boy - well, all that's long past! I enjoy writing all sorts of things - novels, poems, radio plays, comedy sketches. more..Writing
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