Little somethin I threw down, says something about the lure of the water, for me.


The sea is a jealous mistress,
Many answer her call.
Her beauty lures us,
Some are destined to fall.

Some want to swim,
others travel above.
Some want to explore
caverns and coves.

For others, a glimpse at morn or night,
is enough to inspire deep insight.

Some want to travel, see where her borders end.
Others happy to stand on her shores as fishermen.

Still more yearn to harness her power,
With boats, gliders, kites, and boards that tower.

We must heed that beckoning call,
for many reasons, one and all.

Some must see her daily, others only at will,
But when she wants to claim one of us, she will.