Two Swallows

I want a day of full repose With only Nature within sight, For only then I truly might Attain the peace which she bestows. A while ago, two swallows came To raise their younglings in a nest Below the roof, and I felt blessed, But then they vanished all the same. The chirping birds were scared away; Their glade and merry woods are gone. As for warm shelter, there is none And, without birds, my life is gray. I cannot blame their choice or rage Against the deeds of my own kin; Although man’s craft and will can win, A birdless world is but a cage. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com