Pete Crowther

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Late Summer Migrants - Poem by Pete Crowther

You see them in all seaside towns
Late summer, say, around the time
The schools go back. They congregate
Like swallows do on lines and wires
To rest before that long hard journey
From these shores, or like late autumn
Butterflies that find a warm
And sheltered spot late in the day
Before the sun goes down.

Basking there in the still warm air
It seems as if these too prepare
This afternoon for their long journey
To another shore. They softly twitter,
Snooze, recline in peaceful rows
On hired deckchairs in the sun
And like the swallows, in their bones
They know that winter soon will come.

Comments about Late Summer Migrants by Pete Crowther

  • (10/13/2005 9:00:00 AM)

    very good poem, i like it... (Report) Reply

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  • (7/31/2005 7:26:00 AM)

    I do like the word twitter and I like the word twit because both you and I are a couple of them aren't we Peter?

    I also like the poem by the way.

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  • Linda Hepner (7/26/2005 9:11:00 AM)

    I do like the place and time and speed of this. And I like the sound too: twitter!
    Always enjoy your poems,
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  • (7/22/2005 11:12:00 AM)

    Like your old work colleague did, Peter - beautifully captures the passage of time.
    I don't like the word 'twitter' though.
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  • (7/19/2005 10:44:00 AM)

    Yes Max - trippers who are having a week's holiday at the seaside. The migrants are the swallows which leave for Africa after spending the summer here. (Report) Reply

  • (7/19/2005 10:22:00 AM)

    This is wonderful and I really identified with it. It has to be about so many of us seniors who are all that is left of the tourists as the younger ones return to school and work. I love being compared to butterflies and swallows (makes me feel better about myself) and we do all know that winter is coming and try not to think too much about it. Good job, Peter!

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  • (7/19/2005 9:12:00 AM)

    Your metaphors work for me.
    I can see and feel what you describe.
    Good job.
    (You're talking about tourists, though,
    is my impression-not migrant workers. RIght?)
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  • (7/19/2005 7:14:00 AM)

    Pete, this is a beautiful poem, like the rest of your other poems. I enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 5, 2005

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