The scream of the swift heralds May
Oblivious to the year underway
And ignorant to that which had passed
With all of the pain and the grief
All of the loss and the testing frustration
The blame and the condemnation
The slow infiltration
Of deteriorating belief
Theirs is a self-guided course
Driven by deep rooted forces
Paying no heed to the changes
Save the state of the weather
Together through thousands of miles
Their enduring and annual flight
To raise warmth and illicit a smile
When returning with pitch on the wing
Whistling the joy to the wind
Touching our souls and kissing out thoughts
This scream of the swift heralds hope
12th June 2021
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