Sounds of the waves splash in my ears
Squealing seagulls swirl overhead
A child throws her bread into the air
So, the gulls, they hover and strike
Strong gusty breezes blow on my skin
While a bright summer sun bakes the sand
Towering clouds move in from the west
And sounds of the waves fill my ears...
Norfolke © ‘98
Squealing seagulls swirl overhead
A child throws her bread into the air
So, the gulls, they hover and strike
Strong gusty breezes blow on my skin
While a bright summer sun bakes the sand
Towering clouds move in from the west
And sounds of the waves fill my ears...
Norfolke © ‘98
1 comment:
God stuff as all of your things are and a pleasure to read and re-read...Scrimshaw
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