Original Poems

The gulls are calling

The gulls are calling to me,

telling me to go over the sea,

What is this story they tell?

When was it that I fell?

They want me to go,

but even so,

if not for them,

it would be my heart then.

They tell of things far away,

If only I could see them today.

They tell of a land I could call my friend,

When will I meet journey's end?

They tell me of a place where I can make my own stand,

They tell me of my home, England,

They tell me where I ought to be,

there across the big blue sea.