A flying seagull, wild and free, unbound
Majestic in a way, circling Arthur’s Seat
Watching Edinburgh from the above
Omnipresent cry so easy to distinguish
Can’t resist the alluring sea constantly
A bountiful feast overflowing with fish
So wild and free, so wild and free
Soaring and vanishing in the distance
And you can see the photo here.
Adam, I love the way the poem makes one imagine the scene. Your poem is actually more pictures than the picture (at least that’s the way I perceive it). Still I love the picture and the poem. So wild and free…
Thank you very much, Jarek! Yes, I always tend to drift away and let my imagination fly… like the seagull.