House Martins in the Heights.

Swerving, circling, swiftly passing,

peeling off, synchronised flying;

feeling their freedom, it so thrills

my soul, sharply they turn and 

soar to great heights, where

spaces are clear, free and kind.

——

Swooping, skating over the grasses

gracing the top of Graig Fan Las

and Bwlch Y Ddwyallt. Rising to the

giddying heights of Cribyn and all

their joyous dance gliding around

giddily; creating magic and delight.

——

Sliding, slipping out of view they

arch their wings and silently grace

the sky, showing white, dark wings,

then creamy rump flying by and I

look with awe as they show us

a house is a home where the heart

——–

is. Maybe on mountain top or hilly

lows, sown under roofs and pipes 

that drain.Stuck fast to walls and 

barns that shelter their young until 

majestically arching their tiny form

soar up to a hearth in the heavens .