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Ocean Vista, With Gulls

Rating: 5.0

The wind is whirling the gulls
over a white-capped sea
here, where Pacific ends

On our westward way
we seek by this wild coast
what we know not yet

Only the echoing cry
of the circling gulls,

red-tipped beaks
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Martin A. Ramos 29 December 2005

fine poem, Tom. Splendid imagery. Evokes the experince without being sentimental.10 from me. Martin

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