From where I’m standing I can see <br />the seagulls wheeling gracefully <br />I’m well above the high tides reach. <br />This is my favourite stretch of beach. <br /> <br />The waves which roll in from the sea <br />in summer, do not threaten me <br />I love to watch the seabirds fly <br />and hear their raucous shrieking cry. <br /> <br />They circle, waiting patiently <br />for tasty titbits which the sea <br /> will leave behind at turn of tide. <br />Their needs will soon be satisfied <br /> <br />Then they will squabble noisily <br /> these flying bandits of the sea. <br />The land is not their true domain. <br /> They’ll quickly feed then fly again <br /> <br />The masters of the sky and sea. <br />Present a spectacle for me. <br />I sometimes wish that I could be <br /> a gull instead of being me.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wish-93/
