Thunder Flies Poem by Christopher Tye

Thunder Flies

Thunder flies arriving in their thousand's,
Harvest time approaching fast as nature works miracle's,
Under the heat of summer storms brew,
Now the harbingers of thunder storms arrive,
Deluges of rain and thunder flies,
Everywhere these flies get even indoors,
Roaming across England like an invading army.

Fields of gold harbingering legions of flies,
Living their short lives on the wing,
Into the skies they swarm like a storm,
Ensuring next year's generation are laid down,
Smallest of all the flies but look at what they achieve.

By Christopher Tye