The Sea Gull
Looking seawards, dark clouds rolling by,
by Patricia Caldwell
wind rustles, bushes, sweeping the grass,
as if by one, big hand,
surf breaks on the sand,
There, in the wind, surveying it all,
A one legged seagull stands.
One wonders, what in life,
has happened to thee,
There you stand, as strong as the rest,
looking about, surveying the land,
Then, on one leg, balanced,
takes off in flight,
As ever the same, with grace and ease, fly's.
a lesson to all, perhaps,
too carry on, in life,
What e'er befalls.