Sitting was I on a jetties rock,

Of myself I was taking stock,

When along came a humongous wave,

Took me it did to my final watery grave…

There was I given underwater sight,

Floating on the currents without a gripe,

Twas to me like being on winged flight,

Of every sea I thought I could see, or might…

There I did feel completely at home,

Fair as it did not seem to me to be, I still did roam,

Lair in a cave I did for myself make,

Furnished with sea shells just for the sake,

Share did I with fish & a sea borne snake…

© ed ~ 5/23/10