The swifts are here
Fighter jets in the sky
Pointed spitfire wings
Whirling in the dog fights of long ago
Twist and turn as if avoiding the enemy’s guns
Swooping on their prey
Their whistles calling in victory of another successful sortie
Whoosh to the nest
Disgorge the bounty to hungry mouth’s
Then off on the wing
In an endless slaughter of the army of the innocent idly fluttering but venturing too far aloft
A brief mastery of the air
Before off again to Africa
Leaving the Autumn to engulf those left ,
Just a ghostly memory of summer soon past
Of long lazy days ,dreamy suns, scented fields.
Goodbye too soon
Fly well , take care, let your hearts beat with joy
Return with hope
Return, for I will wait
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