Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

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.

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