Poetry

The wind blows accross the sea,
so much to be heard, so much to be seen.
Boats sail here and there,
they go with the wind everywhere.

Creatures swim amongst the reafs,
they fly as high as the eye can see.
It is a dangerous yet beautiful thing,
people can swim or drown in it.

Although the ocean fills us with joy,
people polute in it,
with rubbish and more.
This sea which is as strong as a brick wall,
is being killed by the things,
which love it most of all.

So where would we be without this sea,
iscolating land from treachery.
We need this water to survive,
without it we would be sure to die.  

This poem is about the sea and the many creatures which swim in it. It is about the ocean breeze and the dangers from it. I got the ispiration to right from sitting at the West Bay beach and looking at the sea. Many photo's have also helped me write about the sea.