The Seagull Stomp Poem by Alan Sandham

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.