By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 27, 2014 Seagulls By Merling Dennis Clyde Winged as the wind they wind through the skies,White as the drifted snow,Careening in great stately flocks they flyHere and there, where the plow-shares go. Screeching, screaming, they scan long rows of brownWhere weary horses plod,Lightly, as feathers blown by wind, come downGracefully on the upturned sod. God in His Infinite planning so wiseFashioned the seagull...
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