The Sea and Me

>The sea and me By Stanley Russell Harris Poetry soup honorable mentioned. (The new mad author) I like to be beside the sea. Calm or rough a delight to see. If calm, I’ll paddle in the sea. But swimming, no you won’t find me. I never really learnt to swim. Was no sea where I was living. There was no river nearby. Nearest swimming pool, 5 miles away, I sigh. The only water that covered me. Was in the bath tub funnily. And in the bath tub, you can’t swim. The only tide mark I really did see. Was the watermark in the bath, you see? When I pulled out the plug just so. Bath water out then did flow. Back to the sea, you swim in you know. But I do like to be, beside the sea. Calm or rough a delight to see. But swimming! No you won’t find me. As that is Father Neptune’s home. And he I do not wish to see. Now this is the lot you’ll get from me. Of what I call, my poetry! The above poem was posted on the BBC news page. Today which as I have a memory thingy I thought was Tuesday. But then every day could be a Tuesday couldn't it ?<