Sandra J. Spring Poet Prose Poetry

Where Seagulls Fly

My home lies under a path

Where seagulls fly.

Standing in my high kitchen window

With no shutters, shades or curtains,

I see them,

White feathers brilliant in the sun

As they glide over,

Some seemingly on a quest,

Some simply enjoying the feeling

Of being able to soar.

It is no accident that I live here,

For we both share the same spirit

Of a wild bird,

With the same need to feel

Air rushing beneath our wings,

To be unhindered by 

Things bound to the Earth,

To follow with trust 

The clear path provided

By the Universe

That leads us to our destiny,

A path only we can see

Standing in my high kitchen window,

I soar with them.

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Carol Sunshine Brown April 18, 2011 at 5:50 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Sandra. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

Sidney Hall Mad Poet April 16, 2011 at 10:12 AM A brilliant poem Sandra. Welcome to the soup