The Gulls
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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 on the breeze with wings outspread,
above tall majestic maples they just hover;
then, suddenly they are gone from view.
Gone the beauty to farmers crops that ripple in the sun-
to parks and water they rest and feed 'till day fades to sunset.
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July 28, 2015
Poetry/Verse/The Gulls
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1072-098-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, No. 125 Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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