Poem of 2024

fanciful thought
... I don't dive or swim. It would've been nice to see them in action.

In a garden deep in the sea within
there, the corals are blooming
in the soft filtered light
fish swims in patterned shoals

two rainbow fish live together
their scales all colours that glitter
among the garden of corals on seabed
happy snuggles on thier coral bed

In the garden seaweed sways
rainbow fish happy all their days
in their coral garden in ocean blue
two hearts beat together forever true

the coral planting is one of their conservation efforts against coral deterioration due to fish bombing and other human factors
https://youtu.be/b4lGD61ulbQ?si=KC7_kAIPLzpb6ZAN

Clown Fish 🤡🐠

He's here again! The Clown's still hanging round,
but now he's gone all finny with a tail,
and while she's standing there on sandy ground,
he's swimming in the water with the Whale,
and looking at his girl upon the sand –
who's left her footprints deep upon his shore! –
still hoping that she'll get to understand
he thinks the whole wet world of her and more.
Alas, she has no eyes for Clowny fish;
she's built a reef to keep them all away,
and though it is his very dearest wish
he knows she'll never swim with him and stay.
But, still, he'll keep on swimming in her stream,
for even Clowny Fish can smile and dream. 🙃

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Sandy Sure 🏝️

The Blue-Sand Girl had sandy toes today,
and sandy hair and sandy ears as well.
Her face is sandy, too, she has to say –
she's total sand, as far as I can tell!
She's taking photographs for them and me,
and strolling round her heaven of a beach;
but stopping now and then to drink iced tea,
while looking lovely as a pretty peach.
I must confess to thinking jealously
of long hot happy days beneath the sun,
because it's raining here most miserably
and dark November days are grim and glum.
My day would brighten, though, be free from care,
if I were on that sunny beach with her. 🙃

🏝️☀️🐬


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=otOcsjoa63k&pp=ygUTdHJ1ZSBzcGFuZGF1IGx5cmljcw%3D%3D

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You don't swim? If we were on a beach, I'd pick you up and chuck you in. You'd soon learn. 🙃

(Well, you are on holiday, so I'm hoping the little bit of gentle flirtation in the two poems above is permitted without you getting cross🙃🐟)

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