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Sunday, May 25, 2014
To A Seagull.....
Mine but to gaze, while thou art free to fly
Far out beyond the limit of my sight,
A triple kingdom, earth and sea and sky
Is thine to compass in unfettered flight.
On sun-kissed crag like sentinel to stand,
No vantage point beyond thy questing reach,
Soaring, to swoop and flit along the strand
Or fish the pools upon the rock strewn beach.
Herald of Storm! Skimming the crested wave,
Thine is the freedom of the boundless sea,
What mighty seaman, calm in ocean grave,
Has passed his dauntless spirit on to thee,
To bear, in storm or sunshine, witness clear
Of that glad freedom England holds so dear?
M. M. Bridgen,
I had just read this poem in a "Book of Old Poetry", that I found at the Library Book Sale and was not able to find anything out about the Author - still searching........