A Seagull's Salute
My dear mother always had a fondness for seagulls.
I don't know why, we lived far from the sea...
The day of her funeral, as the hearse circled the block of our home,
An old American custome hardly done anymore...
I was quite schocked to see a seagull overhead slowly looping as an airplane on
parade...
Near fifty years, and I'd never seen one locally,
Food for thought.
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