Some cool ritual of swallows I learned from a buddy...really neat I think
Return there every year
They make the perilous journey
As all the people cheer.
It is a miracle of nature
To see these flocks of birds
Rebuild their nest in the mission
It is a sight beyond words.
A mission once used for people
Now is home to a bunch of flocks
For the earthquake of 1812
Tore down most except for the locks.
It truly is a sight to see
This journey that they make
Just to live out the summer
A call for people to wake.
It seems to be a ritual
These birds make when they leave
They circle the mission
To say goodbye as through the sky they weave.
Poetry by Kristina
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 21:02
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Miracle of Nature
The swallows of CapistranoReturn there every year
They make the perilous journey
As all the people cheer.
It is a miracle of nature
To see these flocks of birds
Rebuild their nest in the mission
It is a sight beyond words.
A mission once used for people
Now is home to a bunch of flocks
For the earthquake of 1812
Tore down most except for the locks.
It truly is a sight to see
This journey that they make
Just to live out the summer
A call for people to wake.
It seems to be a ritual
These birds make when they leave
They circle the mission
To say goodbye as through the sky they weave.
Poetry by Kristina
Read 590 times
Written on 2007-02-27 at 21:02
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