From where I’m standing I can see
the seagulls wheeling gracefully
I’m well above the high tides reach.
This is my favourite stretch of beach.
The waves which roll in from the sea
in summer, do not threaten me
I love to watch the seabirds fly
and hear their raucous shrieking cry.
They circle, waiting patiently
for tasty titbits which the sea
will leave behind at turn of tide.
Their needs will soon be satisfied
Then they will squabble noisily
these flying bandits of the sea.
The land is not their true domain.
They’ll quickly feed then fly again
The masters of the sky and sea.
Present a spectacle for me.
I sometimes wish that I could be
a gull instead of being me.
The picture is so clear I could be standing beside you. Nice flow to your words
Love it! ! ! A beautiful flowing poem capturing the freedom and flight of the gulls in their watery habitat. A delightful read. A 10 from me. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This is a beautiful write about a place that brings peace to so many. I understand what you mean by having the freedo of the seagull to soar and soar but am glad you're not one for than we wouldn't have your poems.......marci.m.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seagulls are magnificent