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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 🌞

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