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Swallow Days












In sight of Aberdovey

Beside the estuary

The little train goes rattling

Towards the distant sea

Inside the hide the swallow chicks

Waiting for their food

As parents come so swiftly

Tending to their brood

Scimming over inlet

Insects there to snatch

Then flying up to rafters

To there their catch dispatch

Will young retain the memory

This setting always know

When at the end of summer

To Africa they go?

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