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…