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where are you?

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where
are
you?

---

From the shaken tower
A flock of bells take flight,
And go with the hour.
                                   ---Alice Meynell
---

okay, okay; time
for swallow friends to come back;
where have you gone? where?

I saw Great Blue on
this predawn morning's walk, but
nary a single

swallow;

I saw beaver so
busy at dawn---in ice-cold
waters, mind you!---at

woods' edge on the south
side of my backyard; but as
to happy, agile

fork-tails

at your normal haunts
under the roadway over-
pass? nary a one,

nary a one; have
you (somehow) forgotten me?
have I done something

in need of
forgiveness?

==
 

— barbsdad2003, Apr 19, 2010

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loved

loved

16 years 1 month ago

Marvelllous

This is just marvellous and thanks for accepting and joining as my buddy Rgds LOVED
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

I love this one too.

Ann of Norway I have been introduced to a new word 'NARY' where does that come from I wonder? Slightly bizzare and I like the way it dives and changes place quickly like the flight of the swallow. What you mention is somehow made potent by the only slight reference to it. Nice poem yours Ann
xena465

xena465

16 years 1 month ago

A good sincere heartfelt

A good sincere heartfelt write...nice one Barbsdad Rosina xena465
whitetea

whitetea

16 years 1 month ago

Chuck!!!!!!

Animals are usually honest yet im sure they do ask questions, people ask questions and forget about the honest part. Good to see you again my friend! What a beautifully balanced write.
M

manawa

16 years 1 month ago

I expect swallows

I expect swallows return after this rendition. lovely piece chuck cheers Manawa
B

barbsdad2003

16 years 1 month ago

Thanx

I'm hopeful I'll see returning swallows soon. In the meantime I can entertain myself with the family making of my chickadee mated friends ... and the resident doe who keeps spooking when she doesn't need to be afraid (of me) at all ... and the squirrels (gray, black, brown) that keep on showing me what to eat of the wild flora roundabout ... and the bumblebees who fly so low, who buzz my ear, who delight the eye with dizzy meanderings ... and of course the beavers ... and all the rest. Yours, Chuck

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