Tracking Seabirds... Poem by john coldwell

Tracking Seabirds...



I am the screaming voice in the sky,
The wild echo on the ocean cliffs,
The surf rider, the wind catcher,
The untameable, unknowable,
Mystery of the unsearchable sea.

I sink with the sun,
And rise with the tides.
I am the wild's wild eyes,
It’s voice, it’s cries.
Where the wild is, there am I

Where you are, I am not.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 10 October 2011

Great poem felt I was out there on the ocean swells Loved it. X Paul

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