Swallows on the Fraser

This morning, sunny, glorious
The spring has opened its doors wide

And the first swallows are doing their familiar dance
Around the sapperton landing airspace

I know their loops and zooming-bys
Makes me wonder how far south they've been
If they tasted the sea air of home, in José Ignacio
If they're the same fearless acrobats
I walked amongst in southern springs gone by
With the same crisp air
With the same shiny morning light
Along the far-reaching sands of Playa Grande