The Home of the Hollows and Swallows

Placid and submissive

Is not in the nature of the wind

Never so dismissive

Green upon the ragged

The essence which has crept, not with a pace so staggered

But lustful and greedy

Is the prey among the weedy and reedy

Small homes

Sanctuaries upon the earth

A place of birth

For the hollows and swallows

Arduous labour

The building blocks of this saviour

Is it the excess or gluttony

That forges the dismay

Of a nature brought to decay?

Has it been taken for granted

A force that is so enchanted

By its own wonder

I dare to ponder