By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 14, 2012 Soaring Seagull By Margaret Robison Swapp I saw you wing across the sky,A flash of silver gray, and black;You wheeled and circled with shrill cries,And I called gaily back. Your sharp eyes saw the fields below,And every tiny speck that moved.You glided slowly to the earth,And followed in the plow-share’s groove. Long years ago, your folk and mineWere gathered on the sage-cleared sod;Mien lifte...
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