By Herbert Nikula on Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 09:41 pm:
FLYING DREAMS
Seated by a gentle sea
With waving lips it talks to me,
As seagulls alight upon the sand
Eyeing the loaf that's in my hand.
They yearn the booty I control
To woo the antics I'd behold,
In answer to the bread I'd throw
They'd please me with a fantastic show
I remember how in years gone past
I came down here with bread to cast,
To see the beauty as they swoop
So gracefully the bread they'd scoop
Unknowing they made memories then,
And liven them now once again,
But thoughts Of dreams I sought to see,
I'm rueful now, they're not to be!
By Herbert Nikula
Bessemer