(This poem is dedicated to the select members of the S.A.S. .... Surfers Against Sewage)!
I’m just swimming in Portreath
Just going through the 'motions'
A large environmental car thief
Made of a thousand witches potions
I’ve streaming eyes and raspy throat
A throbbing head and aching ear
The only safe place is a boat
I’d never write “Wish you were here!”
Tuesday 11th November 2014 1:00 pm
SWIM IN THE SEA
Dark blue ocean has so many moods, just like a person.
If you ever make one mistake you will pay for it dearly with
life; this ocean is a thing of beauty and of mystery, yet deadly.
So many planes and ships have disappeared into the dark waters –
who knows where they are now?
People sail the seas on such flimsy craft, old sea rafts and dangero...
Tuesday 27th March 2012 4:46 pm