The Seagulls on Donegal Bay

The surf rolled in on Donegal Bay
Awash with many cultures
Then wrapped itself around the grey
And white gulls who searched the beach like vultures
Whose feet did sink on soggy sand
Withstood the driving current
Rich pickings found from a salty hand
Thrown ashore by a masters parent
This poetry is unwilling to sleep
As the tide begins to vanish
The seagulls take just one leap
Before they start to languish
They spread their wings to open flight
A casting light along the shore
The earth reclaims the birds at night
‘Til the day doth bring some more
So as you stretch your soul this day
Tomorrow will bring another
Thou say’st that of Donegal Bay
This beauty just waiting to discover