Swallows, a sonnet


Verse —

My brother tried to plant 2,000 trees
each spring.  Eventually there were 13
cut-your-own Christmas tree varieties.

While helping mow the grass, swallows were seen
around my noisy tractor darting, diving,
staying close wherever I would go.

I claimed the swallows felt the same strong love
I felt for trees, the sky, the clouds (although
in secret I thought they felt love for me.)

The tree farm had so many birds that experts
came out from the university.
I asked if the swallows had become pets?

The ornithologists said that the birds
were chasing bugs thrown by the mower’s blades…


 

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