Seagulls
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Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
in an eternal war of sea and shore;
there is something so haunting in their whine,
when a single call turns to a loud roar.
In an eternal war of sea and shore,
the seagulls- on wind currents soar and glide;
when a single call turns to a loud roar,
on beaches these birds gracefully walk- stride.
The seagulls- on wind currents- soar and glide,
such a view of serenity and peace;
on beaches these birds gracefully walk- stride,
of my lunch, I happily share a piece.
Such a view of ~.~ serenity and peace,
from graceful to a powerful diver;
of my lunch . . . I happily share a piece,
the seagulls life is that of- survivor.
From graceful to a powerful diver,
there is something so haunting in their whine;
the seagulls life is that of . . . survivor,
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine.
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November 29, 2019
Poetry/Pantoum/Seagulls
Copyright Protected. ID 19-1204-090-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Seagulls
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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