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The Heart-Song of Swallows Fall

The Heart-Song of Swallows Fall

By Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik - 1 Review

A soft scent of summertime wafts out,

Over the lush rolling green hills and meadows,

Separated by low grey cobblestone fences.

The sun sets over the mountains beyond,

And the swallows return home for the night,

With a soft call to their fellows.

The breeze calms as happy chatter,

Of the villagers emanates all around,

The Old School rings its coppery bell,

And soon the chatter of the villagers,

Is joined by the excitement of children,

At the end of the day.

The farmers return to their cottages,

And chalets and cabins as the day dies away,

And the chatter begins to fade,

Until it becomes embers on a burnt-out hearth.

The sun disappears completely,

And the stars glint in the newly darkened sky.

The embers from the chimney dance and dally up,

Up and away into the night.

The crackling sound of burning wood,

Soon replaces the chatter,

And as the crackle too fades away,

It itself is replaced by the soft sound,

Of lullabies in the warm air.

The melody seeps out,

Over the lush rolling green hills and meadows,

Until it becomes the heart-song of Swallows Fall.

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Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik
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21 May, 2019
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