photo of swallow sculpture

When winter is over
And spring has pushed up green
From the sleeping ground,
The swallows come back.

One morning they're there again;
Little black streamers with forked tails,
Trapeze artists, zigzagging from wire to wire,
Whizzing over our heads.

They fly all the way from Africa-
Thousands and thousands of miles-
And return to the very same street
They left at the end of autumn.

Each one of them
Weighs less than the smallest coin.

Kenneth Steven

Last updated: 18 January 2016 at 14:54