a storm approaches

we watch the summer swallows swoop and soar

beneath the heavy  clouds while  children sleep

oblivious to the way  the long hours creep

 

 

like mice through the long grass so we abhor

the many pressures that have made us weep

we watch the summer swallows swoop and soar

 

 

so near our heads it must affect the score

and strike our hearts  the fountain's source is deep

in native rock meanwhile like passive sheep

we watch the summer swallows swoop and soar