Reaching For Heaven
I spied the dark little spitfires
fork-tailed and white breasted,
over the river bank
and then my head they crested
Then the couple would part
to scour the tops of the reeds
and meet triumphant
amongst the leafy trees
Their speedy haphazard unreasonable flight
filled me with a piqued delight
Why couldn’t I live their life for a day?
To sing their exquisite joy,
to speed, to swoop,
to somersault, to dart and loop
but sadly I am forever earthbound
But in my mind
having escaped this earthly prison
I may be a house martin
reaching for heaven
Copyright © Tony Crowther | Year Posted 2015
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