The Seagull Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-THE SEAGULL-

In sky I see the seagull
With gray on pure white wings
She floats upon the unseen wind
As silent essence rings.

A flap of wing...then float again
Maneuvering as though in dance
The flash on wave down there below
As she'll take her metered chance.

A swoop...A bow... a lift in flight
In air she devours her find,
As passengers aboard the ship
This silhouette....spellbind.

As there against the setting sun
With wings outstretched to glide,
For her pure existence here
Upon those winds will ride.


Author; Carolyn Ford Witt

9-15-06

By Ms. Caroline


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