Gulls In Circled Flight
Early in the morning as the quiet of night is fading,
I hear the kakakaka akakak of the gulls calling;
And outside my window they glide in a swooping dance,
As night turns into a blue sky, they twirl and swirl and glide,
Drifting in the breeze with wings outspread,
Above the majestic oak with emerald leaves they hover;
Then suddenly they are gone from view,
Gone the beauty to farmers crops rippling in the sun,
To parks and water they dwell till day fades to a red sunset.
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July 28, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Gulls In Circled Flight
Copyright Protected, ID 15-695-265-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Nature Poems Only,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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