Towards Capistrano swallows are flying,
southern journey their annual retreat.
Sitting on the park bench softly sighing,
heavenly sight, I'm left feeling replete.
Mission bells sounding; the flight is complete,
South West Cali is their spring residence.
Wings beating softly, singing songs so sweet,
it's overall that they take precedence.
Yet everyone remains in accordance,
it's in nature's reverence they wallow.
Tourists flocking in over abundance,
here to see the return of the swallow.
Come and stay at one of the local inns,
book a room before the journey begins.

seamaiden ♥




It did come out before my time, though I have heard it many times and love it. I heard it just recently and that was part of my inspiration here. Thank you for the applause and your words. They are appreciated very much. 




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