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Friday, 7 May 2010

Every time I see Swifts by Matthew Friday

I look up and fly with them. I am
up there, swarming and swerving,
screaming in delight. I am part-air,
part-sea: wind and waves wash through
me. I am a traveler who comes home.
I am light and free.
...................................................................I am swift.



Matthew Friday, UK
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4 comments:

  1. Forthvalley scribe12:48 pm

    So cool- and so timely!

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  2. Gordon Mason9:02 pm

    Excellent. Where I am, there are swifts acting out the words just now!

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  3. Karen1:23 am

    Lovely and full of power.

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  4. John11:52 pm

    To me, this airy feeling insinuates that I am a fog that can be swift and free to do as I please.

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