Seagull, Seagull! Flying high
Have you
seen her grey-blue eye?
Have you
felt that genius look?
Like a Lynmouth
splashing brook
Seagull,Seagull!
Flying low
Have you
heard her squawking by the Taw?
Have you
tasted Devon pasty,
Thatcher cider
or a pint of shandy
Seagull,Seagull!
Wailing loud
Please, don’t
wake me tonight
I am having
a weary dream
Chirp a
bit, go to Instow, and have an ice cream
Seagull,
Seagull! Flying solo
Was you
pride hurt!
Oh, come
on! Bright is tomorrow
Clap your
wings through a Barnstaple balmy wind
Grab, flap,
and squawk, you’re free, do anything!
Poem by: Fazli Rrezja
(Summer 2019,
Barnstaple, England)
