Beautiful nostalgic poem.
Next: harbor, seagulls, sand dollar, rope, eye, concession
The seagull
I like to fly
and keep my realms
under a watchful eye.
Without ropes and concessions,
The open sky is my harbor,
there I meet fellow seagulls
enjoying themselves.
When I feel an urge,
of landing near a shore
Sand dollars greet me.
Next challenge: stage, imperative, lurking, distress, longing, fertile.
