The seagulls flyHundreds of them
Wheeling, diving, and soaring.
“Scree, Scree,” they cry.
Waves crash on shore
Bringing a feast
Crawdads, minnows and seaweed
Enough for all
The wind, so wild
No one but me
Walking, watching, and laughing
My arms flung wide
Old guard chair stands
Beach sentinel
Guarding, staying, and aging
A welcome seat
The gulls and I
Lift our voices
Calling, singing, rejoicing
A perfect day
Copyright: Joleen Steel 2008
1 comment:
Great photo coupled with an awesome poem...reflecting it beautifully!!!
didn't know you were a poet too? i enjoy poetry myself!!
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