I'm Wet And Watery

After spending time with four of the grandchildren today and making up poems with them, I did this little piece for fun. I will get the poem that my four year old grandaughter created on my blog as soon as I can copy it. She wouldn't have wanted me to take it home so I'll have to make a copy.

I'm Wet and Watery

Every day I visit the shore

Each day different to the one before.

If the trees are still and all is calm

My surface is glass,  a comforting balm.

I like these days and look forward to

Children splashing and crashing the blue.

I help them along with my happy spray

 They do it again and giggle and play.

Yachters out for a spot of sailing

And further out fishermen whaling.

While I hold myself still and as calm as can be

They give the whales chase and sing merrily.

They have no idea I’m part of their crew

Making an effort, doing all I can do.

I’m little thought of most of the time,

So I love it when I can whip up my brine.

On blustery days I race into the coast

Huge arms of waves making the boast

That I am strong and make no mistake

If you get in my way, I’ll crush you like cake.

I bring debris with me, I throw it around

Flotsom and seaweed spread on the ground.

My angry time, brown and green churned

May do some damage but if you’ve learned

To keep your distance and always beware

We’ll get on fine,  you’ll keep your hair.