Where Does The Seagull's Fly

Poem of love and romance the kindness and gentle feelings of a person.

Where Does The Seagull's Fly



There a place I love too go it is called the beach"

I sit and watch the seagull's fly.

I have wonder were the seagull's go.

I sit too hear the roaring ocean, the waves.

The sand is snowy white, and warm too my feet.

Were could this place be Florida, or Europe.

As I walk I can see many people holding hands.

Suddenly there a kiss upon one's lips.

The quietness of the waves, as many boats passes by.

Suddenly I see my home, an exquisite manor.

I can remember the hugs, holding of hands.

Then again I wonder were did though seagull's fly.

Too meet with other seagulls?

Suddenly a gentle voice, said very low, white as snow.

Gently sailing I have to go course it is father.

Like the seagulls were does he goes far at a distance.

Many miles he flies off again and again.

Too meet with the others like him maybe Europe, or Japan.

Were does he goes, Like the seagull's up so high.

I will fly like the seagulls in the sky.



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Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez