The Cries of Seagulls
The cries of seagulls lured me there,
Where sea wind tangled up my hair.
The ocean seeped into my soul
And dreams were caught upon the shoal.
I tried to fight the salty spell,
But sirens sang to me as well.
I gave up all my thoughts of flight
And stayed to marvel at the sight
Of endless rows of breaking waves.
I prowled the beach, explored the caves
That years had fashioned in the rocks.
Communed with ships beside the docks
And each one carried me away,
Every time it left the bay.
I am attuned to tidal flow.
There is no other spot I know,
That feeds the wanderlust in me
Except to live there by the sea
And though life's currents took me far
Away from where those places are,
I can recall the scenes at will.
The cries of seagulls echo still!
Betty Lou Hebert
Published in Drury's Gazette, 2006