Old Order Mennonite Memoirs
May 16, 2019
Swallows on the telephone wires
Are quarter notes the sun inspires,
A rondo for the wind to play
Through the fields of new-mown hay.
Quarter notes on a sun-lit staff –
My soul is not big enough by half
To hold the songs I hear today
Over the fields of sun-sweet hay.
I try to sing this wild, sweet song;
Then notes dart off and it goes wrong.
Yet still I hear the tunes they play
Above the fields in sunny May.
~Helen C. Smith
I like the idea of my feathered friends being sun-inspired quarter notes on lines above me. And last week when I mowed lawn, the barn swallows swooped all around...