We looked across the ocean wide,
Splendid weather on our side,
Upon the old stone harbour wall,
The breeze on our faces,
No cares at all.
The boats were bobbing to and fro,
The children played,
Their cheeks aglow,
And down they came,
One by one,
The seagulls shreiked in the morning sun,
Looking for a tasty treat,
Some left over bread,
We threw near our feet.
In a flash it was gone,
And they searched for some more,
There beside the harbour wall.
Jayne Louise Davies
You painted an amazing portrait of life in yr town. It made want to visit Bravo!
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The pesky seagulls strike again! They do the same where I live.