Sequence High Fliers
Speckled starlings sing with delight
over flying ants in nuptial flight
I watch a swift swoop and pass
above an old meadow ,lush with grass
My fingers reach to touch that sky
where swallows circle,then southward fly
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
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