Swallows In the Fog
Moisture coated chair and table
Silvery fog everywhere
Birds sing happily 'pon wet limbs
A few fly in thick air
The Swallows are back flying high
Hunting bugs over fields
Their sonar a guide where sight fails
Bouncing off bugs their peal
My thoughts like a three ring circus
Bouncing around in my head
Foggy confusion dominant
Time on the porch clear dread
My free time soon to diminish
Noise, bedlam will increase
Lord, help we take it with patience
Let my spirit love release
For every good thing there is a bad thing to counter act the joy....
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