Solitude with seagulls

Sea fog hides my Sussex fields
Rolling in from flattened sea
But, masked from view, its fragrance
drifts in and welcomes me

It is a private solitude
This early morning time
With cries of inland gulls above
To add discordant chime

But it is to me a pleasing sound
They are as friends to me
Part and parcel of this little town
Of Shoreham by the sea

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