My hubby wrote this poem over sixty years ago while still at school. I thought you might like to read it.

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A lone pair of swallows in uncertain flight
Skimming waves of churned up white.
Over the wave crests and the foam,
Singing and twittering they come home.
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Upon the sheep track the wanderers stare
At the effortless thrust of dark wings in the air.
At the silky throat with the chestnut stain
And the delicate fork of the steel blue tail.
*
They twitter around the ancient barn
Disturbing white owls in sudden alarm.
Then straight they make for the old cider press
And find in the dimness their home, their nest.
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Donald Ramsay 6.3.11
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