On Walking through France by Penny Stewart

On Walking through France by Penny Stewart
Intending to
Snap each floral specimen,
Now I nod as I pass
Taking in the heady scents,

Attending to
The scream and splash of a frog,
A skittering lizard,
and the thrum of a startled bird.

Entering a village I meet
A commotion in bee-laden lindens,
Murmuring pigeons, and then,
In the center:
Swifts —
Whistling and swooping
Amidst the stones of the church.

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