Here is a Poem inspired while witnessing the ariel dances of the Swifts and House Martins on our last wander on 8th June, by Oli, one of the participants.
Swifts
(Pastiche and Homage to the nature poems of Hillaire Belloc)
The swifts have written on the sky,
Scribbling letter ten feet high;
Though what they say I must confess
I have not words that would express..
They capture all their wingéd art
On canvas blue above the Dart.
Pursuit and catch of gnat and fly
Their punctuation serves; the eye,
Now watering in it’s task to chase
It’s chosen bird, it’s wit and grace..
The word ‘admire’ too little seems,
Yet ‘awe’ too great. Their poetry streams
Through eye to heart, and I transpose
Their lofty script to humble prose.
Oli Hazell (Doney)