This poem is from the book "The Old Man In the Moon" by Paul Spradley, save up to 75% at www.lulu.com
YOU AND I
The morning sun rises
Shining through the cold
Shimmering on the ocean waves
In dazzling patterns of silver lace
Sandpipers challenge each receding wave
Then flee from the foamy dregs
Of another thunderous assault
Seagulls huddle together
In secret conference
Wet sandy barefoot run
We'll make them fly
Now they hover lazily in the sky
Singing with scorn
At you and I
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