Gift Of The Seagull

A lonely seagull flies the winds

Majestic... soaring...gliding wings

A single screech sounds from the sky

Come fly with me... come here and fly

My spirit floats to be a part

I feel the beating of its heart

My soul, one with this bird of sea

Now knows the meaning to fly free

I feel the winds caress my soul

And soar the streams without a goal

My being trembles of delight

A treasure I received tonight

The seagull's flight of soaring high

The gift of what it means to fly

by Munda

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."

Abraham Lincoln

The highest tides in the world are at the Bay of Fundy, which separates New Brunswick from Nova Scotia. At some

times of the year the difference between high and low tide is 53 feet.