Timothy Kashorek

Rookie - 0 Points (4/5/94 / Plattsburgh, NY)

Seagull - Poem by Timothy Kashorek

Drifting through the ocean
a mere white speck
riding the waves
bobbing in time with
their fluid motion
A seagull

There is no home
for creatures of
the land, air, and sea
They go where they chose
Deciding what beach to
congregate on next

Begging for scraps
from picinics on the beach
they walk about
in their clumsy
comical manner
Taking to the air
when chased by
running children

Black and white
they represent
that all things
are one way or another
there is no in between
No gray zone

The seagull
riding the waves
watches the children
playing happily
on the beach
He thinks
'What funny creatures they are'
'With their brightly colored skin
and strangly shaped mounds of sand
that they insist on creating
just to be destroyed by the rolling waves'

The young children on the beach
pointing excitedly towards the distance
'Look mommy, a seagull! '
'Yes dear.' The mother replies
as the seagull takes to the skies
destined for places unknown


Comments about Seagull by Timothy Kashorek

  • Rookie - 3 Points Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (10/25/2008 11:40:00 PM)

    If we could live as free as the seagull, manouvering vastly across the oceans, appreciating God's creation...........life would be even a better place to live.No more hanky panky of distortion of leisure! ! ! ! Nice writes Tim. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 25, 2008



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