Swan's Song

The train and wind

pass swan upon pond

spreading wing in flight

over field of grain-

waving.


Waves shifting sands,

England's

hands of her fields,

catching rides on wheels-

waving.


"The term is through.

You see that steeple there?

My home town's people."

I see them too-

waving.

Silence sighs,

sights die,

others fly-

waving.