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They fly with speed through sunlit skies,

     Wings cutting through the air,

And, travelling over land and sea,

     They welcome seasons fair.

 

Gone are our days of winter’s wrath;

     Gone is our ice and snow.

The swallows summon summer’s warmth

        Whilst pleasant breezes blow.

 

They return to places that they know –

     Somewhere that’s warm and dry –

And, with a nest with young to feed,

      Catch insects in the sky.

 

Their youngsters need to grow at speed

     For summer days soon go,

And they must leave when autumn comes

     Before our winter snow.

 

Where do they go?  To Africa,

     Or other countries warm.

They cannot cope with biting winds

     And dreadful winter storms.

 

Next year they will return again,

      Having travelled many miles,

And swallows mean that summer’s here

       So that brings many smiles.   

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