WHITE MINSTRELS

by markwells - Scorpio

WHITE MINSTRELS

White minstrels moving around,
Some leaving, some distant, some homeward bound.
Angels of speed swooping over the sea,
Grey minstrels hungry in wind swayed trees.
Some small, some large but forever free,
What bird could I possibly be?

Answer at the bottom of page.




















Answer a sea gull

Reason for writing:

    My holiday at Croyde.    

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2002-04-19 11:51:33
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:22
Poem ID: 69271

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