Swifts, a poem

The Swifts they are a-soaring,
Very very high,
Competing for the insects,
Far up in the sky,
Screaming and a-fighting,
In the evening lighting,
I wonder if what they seek to eat,
If it tastes sour or if it’s sweet,
Or if they care because they are,
Simply creatures of pure air,
One day they’ll all fly home,
They simply don’t have the time to roam,
They don’t have time to mess about,
No worries within or without,
They don’t worry about what they must do,
They just do what they have to

A B-H

Published by Northwest nature and history

Hi, my name is Alexander Burton-Hargreaves, I live in the Northwest of England and have over two decades of experience working in and studying the fields of land management and conservation. As well as ecology and conservation, in particular upland ecology, I am also interested in photography, classical natural history books, architecture, archaeology, cooking and gardening, amongst many other things. These are all subjects I cover in my articles here and on other sites and I plan to eventually publish a series of books on the history and wildlife of Northern England.

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