Gift Of The Seagull
A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free
I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight
The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free
I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight
The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly
Front of hoop 1:
Back:
Front of hoop 2 (in progress):
Hoop 3 is at college, so no image unfortunately!
I think it's a beautiful poem and I think it will be far more moving and inspirational when combined with my imagery and hanging above peoples heads, suspended in the air. I have also just finished my art essay (2999/3000 words) focusing on my two (of many) artists, Debbie Smyth and Jim Dine, so please comment or email me, I am also on facebook, is anyone would like a readie! Enjoy!
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