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To See the Sea

She went to sea

to see the sea,

and whilst she was there

she saw me;

she turned around

and headed home

no more to sail,

no more to roam.

A Thousand Years

I’ve watched you for a thousand years,

I’ll watch a thousand more,

I am the one who helps your boat

reach safely to the shore.

For when you are in peril

a-sailing on the sea;

you might needs pray to someone

and that someone might be me.

Xtreme Gardening; At the bottom of the Sea.

At the bottom of the sea,

there’s a deep-sea diver – me! –

with a trowel in my hand

(and a towel back on dry-land),

planting the seeds

in the soft sea-bed.

I went to sea

I went to sea,

to see the sea,

and all I saw

was all the sea.

I was seasick

upon the sea,

the toing and froing

unsettled me.

The lunch I had

it didn’t stay,

over the side

it drifts away.

I learnt a lot

that single day

I learnt something

I shouldn’t say:

‘Never say ‘rabbit’

when you’re afloat,

your dog might jump

right off the boat’.

I went to sea

to see the sea,

and all I saw…

another me.

The See

I did not see

the sea;

by me

It was not seen;

I never saw the sea,

but I saw

where it had been.

“Oh, what a night!”

“Oh, what a night!”

There’s, a, seagull on me head,

and a pasty in me bed,

and I can’t remember what I did,

or said, last night –

and nothing seems to be, quite right.

There’s an anchor on the wall,

and a lobster in the hall,

and I can’t remember where I was,

or who with, last night –

and nothing seems to be, quite right.

I’ve a lifeboat in me drive,

and me oilskins number five,

and I can’t remember how I got them;

it must have been a night, last night –

and nothing seems to be, quite right.

The boat upon my lawn,

seems lonely and forlorn,

and I can’t remember if it’s mine,

it seems to have a Falmouth number

It must have been such a night, last night –

and nothing seems to be,

in any way,

quite right.

What is it? 🦐

What is it? 🦐

“Is it a shrimp?

Is it a prawn?”

But, before it’s type could be decided,

it had swum away – gawn!

And, without that knowledge,

I was strangely forlorn.

A Question and Answer For You

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Q. When is a tide
Not a tide?

A. When it becomes untide
And drifts away.