One cannot be upon the sand
…And smell the salty air,
And hear the crashing of the waves
…Without the seagulls there.
Their presence is pervasive as
…The omnipresent wind
Which strokes the surface of the sea,
…And makes the water bend.
When seagulls see, with eagle eye,
…A bite within the hand
They mob and move to skin as near
…As moves the gritty sand.
We see the gulls swarm ev’ry treat,
…So no surprise this one:
That early in the morning light,
…The seagulls swarm the sun.
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photo by Photonut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQN5hw/Sunrise+with+Gulls
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill 