Little Swallows

Little Swallows

Poem by Stan Galloway
Photo by Nicky Yurcaba

The summer I was 8 at grandpa’s farm,
Louise, the girl next door, and I discovered
little swallows in a nook behind the barn.
They were too small to fly; we watched in awe,
content to wonder, happy as the swallows grew.

The summer I was 12 at grandpa’s farm,
Louise and I pursued the little swallows,
hiding when the mother bird would poke her beak
into the mouths of young ones, sliding far enough
to leave a morsel then back out. We watched them all.

The summer I was 16, grandpa’s farm was heaven
for me. Lou and I had studied little swallows,
seen the bigger swallows, and were budding
ornithologists. We spent our evenings
at the barn repeating little swallows’ lore.

This summer I turned 20. Grandpa’s farm was sold
and I asked Lou to live with me. A dairy cottage
gave us housing in return for farm work
and we found it didn’t matter where we lived,
joined as we were by love of little swallows.

-refers from artwork titled Lost and Found by Jonathan K Rice

  1. Jonathan K. Rice

    wonderful poem! love the imagery. thanks for a great year of poetry!

  2. Jeanette Gallagher

    Terrific poem! It’s a love story telling three stories in one: mother love, people creature love, and romantic love. Sweet.

  3. Glad to see some comments coming in! Thank you 🙂

  4. Beautiful, Stan. As always! 🙂

  5. I love the telling of the story and that it had a happy ending! Thank you!

  6. Beautiful read, Stan. Swallows are unique way of falling in love with a best friend. Great love story, which warms the heart.

  7. Such a tender poem…touching way to end 2011 and begin 2012.

  8. Thank you all for the lovely and encouraging comments.

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