"Seagulls" Oil on Canvas. Patricia Kavanagh
"A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic...soaring... gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me...come here and fly!
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning, to fly free!
I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight
The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly!
A poem by Munda
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