C The Gathering

By bmf
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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THE GATHERING
They gathered in St George's Square
Their chattering drowning all other sound
Thousands filled the skies above
And tree tops all around
Time here is at an end
Word spread from mouth to mouth
Excitedly from tree to tree
Today we're flying south.
The sun peeps out amongst the clouds
Throws it's orange glow
All at once they're skyward bound
It's time for them to go
The square now silent, all are gone
They'll come again next spring
And Luton will play host again
To our friends upon the wing.
B M F.
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