THE Plovers fly and cry around, <br />Unguided, nestless, without bourn, <br />Wandering and impetuous, <br />Turning and flying to return. <br /> <br />These wild birds seen on Ireland's ground <br />I name upon Hawaiian beaches <br />Estrayents, they, of all lands' ends, <br />They have the oceans for their reaches. <br /> <br />My thoughts are like the Plovers' flight, <br />Unguided, nestless, without bourn, <br />Wandering and impetuous, <br />Turning and flying to return.<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plovers/
