Spirit of the Swallows 🍃

I sat outside on a Summer's eve and I watched the swallows dance

They swooped and darted

Sliding, gliding

My farm cat had no chance!

And as I watched them fly I felt

An unbridled childlike glee

For they flew with such delightful Joy

It brought out the child in me

I thought..

Maybe they hold the spirits of all

The people that died young

The souls that never got a chance

to become an older one

What if their spirits could live on again

In a form so pure and free

That was drawn to Summer sun and light

And had endless energy

And as I sat there thinking on

One swallow flew quite near

And I'd swear I heard it say to me

“ Look Mam no hands” !

As it flew on right past my ear

Áine McGarry 🌞