Billionaires', and Millionaires' are like a seagull's in the sky, bird that fly high.
There a place I love to go it is called the beach
I sit and watch the seagull's fly.
I have wonder were the seagull's go.
I sit too hear the roaring ocean, the waves.
The sand is
snowy white, and warm too my feet.
Where could this place be Florida, or Europe.
As I walk I can see many
people holding hands.
Suddenly there a kiss upon one's lips.
The quietness of the waves, as many boats passes by.
Suddenly I see my home, an exquisite manor.
I can remember the hugs, holding of hands.
Then again I wonder where did though seagull's fly.
Too meet with other seagulls?
Suddenly a gentle voice, very low, white as snow.
Gently sailing I have to go course it is father.
Like the seagulls were does
he goes far at a distance.
Many miles he flies off again and again.
To meet with the others like him maybe Europe, Japan.
Where does he goes, Like the seagull's up so high.
I will fly like the seagulls in the sky.
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©2008
Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
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