For the last several weeks
While walking around,
I admired a swallow's nest
On a ledge six feet off the ground.
The mother bird sitting
Patiently waiting the day
For her eggs to hatch.
Her mate perched not far away.
A fond memory in the making.
That warmed my heart.
The rejuvenation of life.
Right for the start.
Tonight, as I went to check
On this lovely pair.
My heart was broken.
A horrible feeling of despair.
Someone had torn down the nest.
There the remnants and eggs lay
Tragically on the ground.
Then my world turned even more gray.
There was the mother on the ledge
Where the nest used to sit.
Perched where her eggs once lay.
A heartbreak to see I have to admit.
Then I saw on a ledge a few feet away
Her mate waiting patiently.
A true lover and friend.
Sitting there watching so faithfully.
I feel sad and depressed
Thinking about God's master plan
And that tragedy can be located
In the cold heart of man.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
