Above the usual ill-bred sounds
of Buxton, queen of tactless towns;
he heard (which made his sad thoughts drift)
the screaming of a sailing swift.
Above the rooftops, on the wing,
it ducked and dived like airborne king.
And he was shook by shock and awe
when it was joined by many more.
Above the hopeless hoi polloi,
this flight formation foisted joy
upon this man, out on a limb,
with wife, his sweetest synonym.
Above the usual ill-bred noise,
thank God there\'s Nature\'s jarring joys
to bless, when all around is cursed
by low-bred louts, uncouth, unversed.