Swallows Dancing Poem by Phil Soar

The aerobatic nature of the ballet in the air
Means swallows have arrived, and there is beauty everywhere
Looking to the skies and fields as they swoop high and low
Suggests that summer has arrived, and now we'll have a show

To me this has a majesty, and nothing quite compares
To watching from a distance as they dance around in pairs
The speed at which they share the sky and not be out of sync
Is magical to the naked eye, you miss it if you blink

So when you see the matinee, or view the later show
Imagine how they've been up there, three thousand miles or so
They fill the heart with happiness and when the dancing ends
We say goodbye for one more year to such beautiful friends