Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 23,018 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Shorts Tales 3 Returning Spirits - Poem by Andy Brookes

Every year the swallow return to nest under my eaves. The little acrobats swoop and dive in ecstasy in their ritualistic spring courting. The old nests of mud that were built last year are crumbling but soon they are busy repairing and readying them for this year's brood. These heralds of Spring, who take up yearly residence, pay their rent by the sheer entertainment as they give their evening performances rattling through the air in graceful tumbles catching gnats for supper. Sometimes in the early dusk, they chatter, perching on the telephone lines exchanging the news of the day or gossiping I imagine about the neighbours. Such neat little birds as they scoot like miniature jets through the air. All too soon they will abandon their summer residence and seek warmer climes, leaving us poor earthbound creatures to brave the coming Winter's cold, while they holiday in Africa and start a new family. I wonder if another, such as I, watches their antics under African skies and welcome their return with joy, just as I will next year.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 13, 2016


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