To A Sea Gull on Eau Gallie Causeway

Copyright 12/14/00

The gull kneels in the turn lanes as if to pray.

Cars zoom by, but yet he stays.

Is he telling the world good bye?

Is this why, he will not fly?

What brought him to this spot,

A lost love or broken heart?

Or was he resting his tattered wings

Oblivious to the danger he was in.

We shall never know what brought him here.

This poem is to him, the poor dear.

I hope he finds that which he seeks,

Before a car upon him havoc wreaks.

Goodbye, my feathered friend,

I hope this is not your end.

If it is, may you not suffer.

As your life ends, may your pain be over.

Later on that day,

I passed back that way

And my feathered friend

Had indeed, met his end.

Now only a pile of feathers and mush

Marked the spot where he was.

Freed of these mortal chains

Now his soul soars over heavenly plains.

I am sad that you have gone away,

But happy you are in heaven to stay.

Soaring with the angels on high

One more time my friend...goodbye.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by a sea gull that looked as though it was nesting in the turn lane of the Eau Gallie Causeway.

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I finished my solos...

silence rang...

no applouse?

no nothing?

no encouragement...

sadness fills me...

time wasted...


no applouse...

no encouragement...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I felt so depressed after my performance at a church because no one apploused at my solos even tho they were perfect. : (

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