Island of the Gulls

The days go so fast,
No TV or Internet,
The dying art of conversation.
And the sounds of the seabirds and seals,
To pass the time,
On the Isle of the Gulls.

This is the island for twitchers,
No signal for tweeters,
Limited time to call home,
To hear the world news.

Strangers become friends,
Some met elsewhere,
All have shared their stories,
On the Island of the Gulls.

The auld enemies,
Show no hatred,
Old wounds are all healed.
The joys of a BTCV Action Break,

On the Island of the Gulls.

© 2011-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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