On Seeing Gulls At Dusk
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Out to the horizon I see
the yellow-orange of the sun
dripping such beauty with its glow.
Seagulls are soaring. They are free.
How I wish that I could be one,
flying high in the breeze’s flow.
If I were feathery and wee,
I could whirl, having so much fun
overhead moving to and fro.
I would swirl high above the scree,
squawking with glee till day was done.
Then long shadows would start to grow.
On water I’d then gently rock
while napping with my happy flock!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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