I love writing rhymes and children’s stories and I have written a few of late. This came to me as I am sad that the swallows have left where I live to begin their migration to South Africa. The distance is 9500kms and it takes approx 40 days where they can cover almost 200 kms per day.
The Swallow and the Wow, Wow, Wow Lady.
The Swallow
Wow, Wow, Wow cries the lady as I fly swiftly by.
Soaring and swooping. Gliding and dipping. She is sad today and I make her smile.
I can see her tender spirit, as I beguile.
Why is she sad, I must swoop some more.
She cries, Wow, Wow, Wow, as her spirit soars.
And then the tears begin, humble and slow.
As she sits beneath my tree, her head bowed.
I perch on a branch above her head.
And call my friend Robin, from his bed.
She needs his birdsong to lift her light.
And he sings and he sings with all his might.
She raises her head, smiles, and says Wow, Wow, Wow.
Says, my beautiful birds, you have blessed me this moment, now.
The Wow, Wow, Wow Lady
I was sad as my doggie is at the vet today.
He was not himself; his energy had gone away.
They are caring for him with all their expertise.
Your beauty and birdsong have given me such ease.
I have shed my tears and worried too much.
You have given me your grace. My spirit you have touched.
I know now that all will be well, the outcome is beyond my control.
You have blessed this moment and blessed my soul.
The Swallow
The next day she had a spring in her step.
And at her feet her beloved pet.
Saying, Wow, Wow, Wow,
As we ruffled our feathers and looked on from the branch bow.
Wow, Wow, Wow, she cried, as I swooped and she scattered birdseed.
We all swished and we swooped, having such a wonderful feed.
He is well, no more worries, just his iron was low.
I will feed him more vegetables, now that I know.
By
Adele Leahy
