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SEALS
I heard them calling long before seeing
them silhouetted against the sea,
Although there were clouds, the sun shone
kindly showing to me
Each creature sitting on the rocks, seemingly
chatting to each other,
All living in harmony together like husband,
wife, sister and brother.
Wild roses of many colours made part of
the wondrous picture frame,
Ragged clouds, blue sky and the sea
completed and then became
A perfect picture as I gazed at the scene so
gentle and so fair,
It felt like a special moment, enhanced by
the fragrance in the air.
Meadow-sweet, hair-bells, wild iris, daisies
and vetch in abundance grew
With those lovely wild roses, with others too
many to mention that I never knew.
Oh, to build a sturdy home with many windows
facing toward the sea,
With candles lit and glowing in the window
so all know it’s a safe place to be.
There to settle down and always hear the
seals calling by the tossing sea,
And curb the never ending desire deep
within the heart of me.
Then sit by the fire in the winter and
hear the sea’s mighty roar,
Knowing in bad weather I am safe and warm
from the terror beyond the door.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 11, 2003