• Martin Wardley

The swift

The scream of the swift heralds May

Oblivious to the year underway

And ignorant to that which had passed

With all of the pain and the grief

All of the loss and the testing frustration

The blame and the condemnation

The slow infiltration

Of deteriorating belief

Theirs is a self-guided course

Driven by deep rooted forces

Paying no heed to the changes

Save the state of the weather

Together through thousands of miles

Their enduring and annual flight

To raise warmth and illicit a smile

When returning with pitch on the wing

Whistling the joy to the wind

Touching our souls and kissing out thoughts

This scream of the swift heralds hope

12th June 2021

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