He walks as he chants, feeling the grass beneath his feet

Smiling inwardly, he knows who he came here to meet

Sacred sounds reverberate, into air and within the ground

Soon it happens, by him they swoop, begin to fly around

Warmer weather is here, swallows confirming this

As by fractions of a centimetre our shaman they miss

Feeling his energy, chanting he continues, projecting love

Dancing aerially around him, they skim his arms held above

Then the spell is broken, a curious dog barks its presence

Birds flee, the shaman gives thanks and returns to the present

A story of your poet and his communication with nature, in this case perhaps twenty or so swallows recently returned to these shores to enjoy the summer warmth. www.deanfrasercentral.com