Seagull Stories Poem by ray wills

in shadows of packages were men do delight
with maidens of virtue so great in their sight
oh promise of heaven and sweet melodies
were offered in bread crumbs at the edge of the sea

the coves and the sea spray were begged from its throne
with anklets and rin glets to carry them home
with wings of salvation and breasts to prepare
so humble were virtues that she offered him there

the sandstorms and breezes that blew on the shores
reminds him of homelands and nights on the moors
the poetry was in sonnets and their hearts were in tune
as they snuggled together naked under the moon

the Church bells were ringing in darkness of night
with cries of the moorlands and owls clad in white
the moon cast a shadow and the breeze blew a stir
there were crumpets for breakfast and a long tip amour

the seagulls that swooped there were innocent spray
with horrors of evening to wash you away
the hills told their story at the first break of day
when the sailors came in from their trips far away