Poems from the Henn Manuscript - Part 14

SEA GULLS wheeling, swooping, wheeling,
Wheeling over Maes Garmon field:
White as the white cloud calmly stealing
Over the light of a sun concealed.

Seagulls wheeling, whirling, screaming,
Cry me a thought from the waterways(:)
Blue by Maes Garmon waiting, dreaming,
Mine eyes are heavy with whirling haze.
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