I saw seagulls this morning. Though I live near the coast, I don’t see them often here. I’ve been longing to go to the beach, but it hasn’t happened in quite some time. These gulls reminded of one of the things I love about the beach. The freedom. I actually had my camera, but was so spellbound by their flight, I didn’t take any pictures. I’ll be sure and do that when I go to the beach for a week or two this summer.
By Michelle Garren Flye
I watch the seagulls wheel and sail,
Spitting their free cries into the sky.
What is it like to know so well
That feeling of being so high?
Oh, to spend all my time in flight,
To dance all day on summer breezes,
To fling myself with all main and might
Into heaven’s divine, feathery creases!
But I’m bound to earth’s filth
And know in my heart nothing
Will entice God to impart the skill
Of etching sky with tip of a wing.