I wish
From where I’m standing I can see
the seagulls wheeling gracefully
I’m well above the high tides reach.
This is my favourite stretch of beach.
The waves which roll in from the sea
in summer, do not threaten me
I love to watch the seabirds fly
and hear their raucous shrieking cry.
They circle, waiting patiently
for tasty titbits which the sea
will leave behind at turn of tide.
Their needs will soon be satisfied
Then they will squabble noisily
these flying bandits of the sea.
The land is not their true domain.
They’ll quickly feed then fly again
The masters of the sky and sea.
Present a spectacle for me.
I sometimes wish that I could be
a gull instead of being me.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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