Swallows birds return. Which is always a big thing for me more than all the other spring like events. To me it means a return to summer.
Welcome back
The swallows are back.
Hurray, hurray
Summers on it way
Bare feet on grass
waving to them
Welcome back I say.
The blue has come
Hurray, hurray
bluebells i can see
A carpet of mauve
found in the woods
Welcome back I say.
National poetry writing month
A month of madness
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