George otto Becker
Lonely Gull - Poem by George otto Becker
Walking along the silent shore,
Sand in my toes no shoes were worn.
So calm and so quiet the waves did splash,
The moon was dim and the clouds dark as ash.
As I drifted around
I heard a strange sound.
It was from a gull that was near,
Searching around and and acting so wierd.
I sat and I watched,
The gull never stopped.
What could be wrong and why this mess,
The bird was looking iside it's nest.
Looking for something to appear,
Nothing was found and I saw a gull's tear.
So lonely and sad it flew all around,
Searching the air and the ground.
Slowly to me the gull did near,
And sang a song so clear,
It was about the chirps he could no longer hear.
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