Swallows dip and rise this morning brings
more than pennies treat for my two sense
Each grass blade swaths my skin
holding me barely off the ground
but nonetheless off of the Earth
A flying bird with hundreds of green feathers
closes his eyes as his soul sings
With the swallows
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Swallows dip and rise this morning brings
more than pennies treat for my two sense
Each grass blade swaths my skin
holding me barely off the ground
but nonetheless off of the Earth
A flying bird with hundreds of green feathers
closes his eyes as his soul sings
With the swallows
