Swallow Nest

When God created birds on Earth, The trees to populate, He knew that they would soon give birth, New life, as such, create... Thus swallows make nests here and there, Some shelter to provide, Away from hot or chilly air, Their fragile offspring hide... That's why, sometimes, Man's homes help out, As long as Man allows And doesn't throw his weight about, As if with furrowed brows... Just letting go, to some degree, So swallows come and go And little ones live peaceably, Perchance that they might grow... That's really not a troubling task, For humble folks to do, To swallow pride, no need to ask, Just let such creatures through... In fact, it's nice to see birds fly, To see them feed their own... And only cold hearts would deny, They must have hearts of stone... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Swallow Nest'. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.