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