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My wings do battle with the wind

wheeling over ocean,

watching billows down below

their rolling landward motion.

As waves crash loud upon grim rocks

spray flies in the air

as if to greet me flying high

without a worldly care.



I am a seagull, wings spread wide

riding on a breeze,

ruffled feathers grey, white, black,

I ride the sky with ease.

Shoreline is my natural home

although a farmer's plough

draws me inland to the fields

for many a happy hour.



Tang of salt, glimpse of fish,

fill me with delight.

Maybe a shellfish washed up high

will provide a bite.

On wet sand I delight to be,

creamy surf all foaming.

Shortly I'll be off again

upon my sky high roaming.