Nancy Chambers

Days Of Purple Haze - Poem by Nancy Chambers

In the month of April they arrive
Across fields they glide and dive
Thousands of insects they devour
Day after day, hour after hour
To and fro in the sky, they soar in hoards
They nest in communal houses and gourds
Their young they hatch and raise
All summer long they hunt under the sun’s blaze
Farmers best friends
Till the growing season ends
In August, millions gather from all the east coast
NJ’s Maurice River marsh is their host
At sunset birders come to see the sight
Of millions of swallows on homeward flight
Now overhead across the evening sky
We watch the birds and say Good Bye
Their long journey south they are startin’
Such is the life of the Purple Martin

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2008

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