Sea Gulls

By Vesta Pierce Crawford

Gulls there are by the ocean deep
With wings like the cold gray waves,
And gulls there are on the craggy shore
That sail past the wind-hewn caves.

But high on the rocks of an inland sea
Dwells a snow-white gull with a clarion cry;
And over the maze of a furrowed land
He circles a path that is far and high.

Yet ever the stretch of his pinions wide
On the painted dawn of the day
Is a challenge deep from that heritage
No span of the years can sweep away!

(1931)