The Cliff Swallow This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

I am a cliff swallow
Flying over the endless sea
Carrying nothing in my beak
But a branch of a willow tree
So when I grow weary
And my wings no longer flap
I may rest the branch
on the widespread ocean
And only there will I take a short nap
Only to wake
Feeling refreshed
To continue flying
And finish my long quest
Until tomorrow comes
My wings they ache
No land in sight
Give or take
I will fly
Until I see the land
There I may see the Lord
And forever take his hand

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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