The Swift
A Villanelle For A Beautiful Bird
Introduction
The Swifts are the creations of Anna & The Willow and you can see more of her wonderful creations here:
This villanelle is inspired by Anna's creations.
The Swift
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See The Swift Flying Gracefully Through The Air
Beautiful Bird, Always Flying And Gliding
Through Blue Skies, Over Waters, On Wings So Fair
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Flying So Fast From This Place To Who Knows Where
Immortalised Form By Anna On The Wing
See The Swift Flying Gracefully Through The Air
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Apus Apus, Latin For This Bird So Rare
Avian Magic On The Wing Free Flying
Through Blue Skies, Over Waters, On Wings So Fair
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The Freedom Of The Skyways With Speed to Spare
With A Journey To Make And A Song To Sing
See The Swift Flying Gracefully Through The Air
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On Their Epic Migrations Without A Care
To Foreign Climes Over Seas, Southward They Wing
Through Blue Skies, Over Waters, On Wings So Fair
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Though They Flew South One Day To Here They'll Repair
In The Bright Blue Sky You Will See Them Soaring
See The Swift Flying Gracefully Through The Air
Through Blue Skies, Over Waters, On Wings So Fair
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Comments (4)
Good work for I could see the flying of the Swifts
I am gifted with Swifts nesting in my enormous barn every year, ( none are related to Taylor TBTG!) When the fledglings pop up I leave the bid doors open so their mommas have free access to them. The barn is full of ways (very old so lots of little holes) for the swifts to get in, but I worry they might get blocked somehow. I am Birdiest,too. I converted over 40 years ago;)
Awww, this was absolutely wonderful! Loved your poem!
This was quite lovely, Mike :) And the imagery, really well done. I loved this line, 'To Foreign Climes Over Seas, Southward They Wing'.