Drumwhindle
Swallows flying high above me in the early morning sun
Catching their breakfast feast
Reading the signs that Autumn has come
Steadying their wings for an African flight
A true act of nature
Sparrows watch me from a lilac tree which has gone to seed
What is this beast of man
What is his breed
The sun is shining far above casting shadows through the Elder
Sycamore and willow herb and the sweet smell of rose touched my
Senses
I am as you are I tell the sparrows a spark of light eternal energy but maybe not as bright they nod in agreement and turn to flight
Plums turn from green to crimson another sign that summer has gone
And Apple's drop from their hammocks
A feast for the life around me to sustain them through the
Harsh winter to come
A stone at my back casting its shadow dancing with the sun
A remenance of a culture who once walked these lands
Yes Drumwhindle where magic stands
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