You see them in all seaside towns <br />Late summer, say, around the time <br />The schools go back. They congregate <br />Like swallows do on lines and wires <br />To rest before that long hard journey <br />From these shores, or like late autumn <br />Butterflies that find a warm <br />And sheltered spot late in the day <br />Before the sun goes down. <br /> <br />Basking there in the still warm air <br />It seems as if these too prepare <br />This afternoon for their long journey <br />To another shore. They softly twitter, <br />Snooze, recline in peaceful rows <br />On hired deckchairs in the sun <br />And like the swallows, in their bones <br />They know that winter soon will come.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-summer-migrants/
