The Seagull

The Seagull

At my age, little to say

of all that is yet to come

but tell instead of things

long since passed and gone,

memories half hidden stirred

to life by a seabird’s cries.

I heard a seagull once,

long ago, and cried,

“From where do you come?

and why do you cry?

Oh, I would go with you

seabird and fly

far over town and hill.”

This morning I heard some bird

cry out loud and harsh,

I replied with

quiet hesitation,

“I’ve come, I’ve come,

to know your sum

of past and present and yet to come!”

Oh grant me some relief,

some day,

relief and tolerance for myself,

old-young and foolishly-wise,

with wisdom I’ll heed again

the seabird’s cries.

Author: connellykevin

Writer, poet and photographer. Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco. Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both. "I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so" WB YEATS Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you. View all posts by connellykevin