Missing

23/6/09

The flowers grow and the grass is there,
but there are too few birds to hear.
In the heat of a long day we can
sit and watch the tassled reeds sway.
But in my mind the sparrows play,
without a care, in the park.

Have you seen where the sparrows went?
I was walking and the air was rent
with the sounds of swifts hunting.
In the village hall there was a gathering,
to greet the newly-baptised child,
and the ceiling smiled with bunting.
But where were the sparrows on this
glorious day, so mild?

In my mind the sparrows play
and grasses sway in the park.
In my mind I can be
somethings that child may never see.