The Ocean Is For Me
I grew up by the ocean
The fresh salt air and sea breeze
Soft, sandy beach and the cry of the seagull
Loved swimming, riding in the waves with ease
My dad was a commercial fisherman
Brought home swordfish, lobster and sea bass
We learned to fish as we grew, and tried our luck
We loved the ocean, and the waves nothing could surpass
Out in the ocean in dad’s boat we went for fishing and fun
The rolling swells, nothing stable beneath our feet
Sparkling water like a million jewels as far as I could see
And on the shore the reaching waves always come to greet
One day a giant grey whale surfaced by our boat
Amazing skin with fields of white barnacles, spray of breath arose
Then down into the deep he went on his journey home
It seems like eternity is captured in the waves; on and on it goes
Tall forests of brown kelp adorn the rocky lands before the shore
Deep upon deep, wave upon wave, no one knows
Splendid creatures never seen by man abound, and more, and more
Ah, to watch the evening fog roll in across the bay, the shroud
All covered in a cloud, so tight and soft, a sure breath of the sea
To ride upon the sea in a ship or speeding with the wind and sails
Such a blessing, such a journey, yes, the ocean is for me
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