are one of my favorite birds. Please read my poem at the bottom
of the page.
I start my thing, cutting and building away.
My carpentry skills, and what I will build, hoping they will come
and please stay.
to smaller, from shorter to taller, are abodes I will put in their
They can come and inspect, scrutinize and object, examine almost
make haste, I place each living space, my mind exhausted with
Hoping they will approve, they will not move, and will make home
here, year after year.
park thrills, and to meadowlark trills, these glide and swoop
and they play.
Soaring high and then low, flying far they will go, dodging trees
that scatter the way.
I sit and I
listen, as their blue backs do glisten, to the chirps and calls
Now they are mating and I find myself waiting this year to see
at a glance.
A family to
be, or what will be to me, indignation, disgust, and compliance.
become, oh humdrum, another year come soon will go,
A decade of trying, sometimes has me crying, for my toils, I get
in the past, dissimilar at last, spring brings hope, expect, and
Nesting hear now, compliant I bough, they're warming my heart
like a fire.
My tears they
have dried, for what I have tried, to nest swallows close to my
finality done, kinsfolk from above, until fall when finally they
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