Oh To Be A Swift
Oh to be a swift
And tumble in the sky
Quick banks right and left
And climbs from low to high
Moves acrobatic
While hunting in midair
I’d love to fly there too
While the others stopped and stared
In the open spaces
I’d fly with swallows some
With acrobatics too
There maneuvering in the sun
When the day was over
I’d perch in my nest
A little structure I glued
Where I could get some rest
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2018 10:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
This makes me think of the lyrics of Cosmo Sheldrake! Great poem!
Thanks Aislinn. I'm glad you could relate to the poem.
Good write again w c.
Thanks orchidee. I appreciate your support
What a wonderful bird your verse celebrates W.C. - I should love to see too what it is like up there in the sky with a swift. Lovely read.
Thanks Fay! I really appreciate your comment. I believe we'll have wings one day.
Such a feeling of freedom, where gravity takes a break.
Yes L. From gravity the birds fly high.
Enjoyed the soaring ride on the wings of your words. Lovely!
Thanks Heather! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Soaring and never boring.
Another excellent write WC.
Thanks AP! I really appreciate your support.
Wonderful birds swifts. I have been fortunate to help one in the past. At a place where I used to work we had swifts nesting in the roof. One morning I came to work and one had got stuck under the ridge of the building, I got a ladder and freed it to fly once more.
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