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Our Seagulls

Seagulls fly white high Looking with their eye For your popcorn and French fries on the tile. Soaring through blue the White seagulls paste against The sky as white kites soaring With a seagull call for snacks. When you see the seagull Landing quietly a white and gray Sneaky seagull snatches Potato chips with glee. Whisking over and near Seagulls like looking at You eating your ice cream cone And calls for more of your treats. What a beautiful day to see White clean graceful seagulls Fly over near filling our Lives with joy and memories.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 6/12/2020 2:53:00 PM

Hello John Washburn, yes when people have a picnic the seagulls will be there. Because they are always there when there is food around. So nice to meetyou. Enjoy your day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/14/2020 10:25:00 AM

Hello John Washburn, seagulls can always find food from afar. Enjoy your day my friend.

John Washburn
Date: 6/12/2020 8:58:00 PM

Darlene, yes that’s it; the seagulls sure enjoy a good snack. Thank you for your comment.

Jan Allison

Date: 6/12/2020 2:25:00 AM

Your poem made me smile as you seem to appreciate their antics whilst I think they are a pest - have written about them recently:-) hugs Jan x

John Washburn
Date: 6/12/2020 8:53:00 PM

Jan, while at the beach our neighbors went on shore for a moment, and a seagull grabbed their large bag of corn chips; had to go over and save their snacks. Good times. Thank you for your comment.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/11/2020 11:05:00 PM

I see that you appreciate the sea gull's crafty guiles in sneaking snacks. I feel this way too!

John Washburn
Date: 6/12/2020 8:47:00 PM

Caren, Yes indeed. Thank you for your comment.