| The SEA For John A sea-gull Flying with effortless ease On wings of silken pleasure. He swoops and swerves in the salty breeze, A gypsy, with salt water blood. Waves rising carelessly, crashing onto the shore. Alone I sit and wait. For what?�..the thrill of this natural force To beckon me. As I watch you ride Along the crystal wave Feeling a pleasure of victory. Away I walk ; and sit Watching you�..and the sea�..thinking, How like that seagull I�d like to be A solitary beach his home, He lives in freedom supreme. By Geni 1976 |
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