I sit and watch the seagulls swoop and soar; <br />without a care, they’re free to float and fly. <br />I came alone to sit upon this shore. <br />All thoughts and cares serenely drift on by; <br />the bay spreads out before me as I gaze; <br />without a care, they’re free to float and fly. <br />A distant lighthouse fades into the haze, <br />as April’s sun has yet to warm the sea. <br />The bay spreads out before me as I gaze. <br />Alone I am and free to simply be. <br />The sand beneath my feet still damp and cold, <br />as April’s sun has yet to warm the sea. <br />The setting sun - a beauty to behold; <br />I let my worries drift off into space. <br />The sand beneath my feet still damp and cold; <br />I take a cue from all around this place - <br />and sit and watch the seagulls swoop and soar. <br />To let my worries drift off into space, <br />I came alone to sit upon this shore.<br /><br />Bobbie Ann Pimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-on-cape-cod/