One Evening – A poem by Enid Blyton

So I’ve managed to forget to blog again today with it being my first day back at work after two weeks being ill. So it’s another poem from me I’m afraid!

One Evening

On the roof of the barn, all close together,
The swallows sit and study the weather
Shall they fly to the south, or stay
Here in England another day?
The moon is rising, pale and fair,
The night is cold, there’s frost in the air,
The wind blows strong from the wintry north,
‘Come!’ say the swallows, ‘we must set forth!’
With a musical twittering, up they fly,
Spreading their wings in the darkening sky.
Farewell swallows, come back again,
When the hawthorn’s budding along the lane!

It’s a pretty little poem about the Swallows flying south for the winter, but the last line jars somewhat for me as when I’m reading it in my head it doesn’t seem like a natural end of the line. But then again, I’m no Enid Blyton, so what do I know.

A picture of the moon to go with the poem.

A picture of the moon to go with the poem.

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