The Seagull Stomp Poem by Alan Sandham

The Seagull Stomp

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Raucous seagulls scream and wheel
Over the new-turned field,
Dip and plunge and soar and reel,
Land and stand and jump and whomp,
Flap our feet in the Seagull Stomp.

We pound the soil breakfast to lunch,
Head down beak out chomp and crunch,
Munching on the worms that rise,
Appetites well satisfied,
Feasting in the Seagull Stomp.

When we left the cliffs and seas,
We learned how munchsome worms could be,
Oh how many meals are found,
Whacking webbed feet on the ground;
Thousands in our seagull pomp,
Gathered in the Seagull Stomp.

Lined-out, wings out, proud we romp,
Dancing in the Seagull Stomp.

Thursday, March 17, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: dancing
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Shaun McKenna who writes a column called Living The Dream, in the weekend edition of The Yorkshire Post, Country Week, wrote on the 22nd of January 2022, about seeing two gulls beating the soil to bring up worms. This story grew in my mind into many gulls, and then thousands, and from beating the soil into a co-ordinated sort of dance. I have seen gulls roiling in the skies, and following the tractor in the fields, but never this, though I wish I had. This poem updated slightly 09th April 2022, Beak down with... changed to Head down beak out...
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