May 2016
the Gulls gather to roost home from the sea
a swirling screeching chorus before they rest for the night
old friends of five shared summers long I welcome their song
and the songs they inspire year on year on year.
Down the shore where the sea meets our feet old shipwrecks sunk down deep from the first and second world war give up their coal.
In the graveyard up the road laid to rest are mariners of every colour and creed all neatly in row upon row even Chinese who would have been employed to do the washing on the battleships.
And you wonder did the ancestors of the Gulls sing for them each night
all dead now in a land beyond the sea the land we are all headed for each and everyone who stands on this shore listening to the Gulls singing their haunting evening songs.
a swirling screeching chorus before they rest for the night
old friends of five shared summers long I welcome their song
and the songs they inspire year on year on year.
Down the shore where the sea meets our feet old shipwrecks sunk down deep from the first and second world war give up their coal.
In the graveyard up the road laid to rest are mariners of every colour and creed all neatly in row upon row even Chinese who would have been employed to do the washing on the battleships.
And you wonder did the ancestors of the Gulls sing for them each night
all dead now in a land beyond the sea the land we are all headed for each and everyone who stands on this shore listening to the Gulls singing their haunting evening songs.
