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In the early 
morning hour
enjoying earth and hour
even writing in the faint light

The birds speak
Sweet peace here
To all who will listen

I only recognize 
The sound of the Gull
Those that are in flight
Speak to me

Did God program joy 
into their ability to fly?
Do they long each morn
to catch a breeze and sail?
Do they chirp in Joy?

First the Seagulls dot
the sky coming from the south 
headed north..
Then the heavy odd-shaped
Pelicans(that is like the pot calling the kettle black)
fly low over the nearly calm waters
headed to north end of the isle
What if I could join their flight?

Seagulls must be early risers
Out to get the best spots on beach
or to get the best food scattered on shore

Pelicans must be night owls
they fly low like a slow sunrise
taking their time to reach their 
little piece of property up north beach


Now earth and sky seem to meet melting into each other

The moisture laden air seems to saturate my being
What a morning to enjoy God's Good Earth....

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