The Colour of the Ocean

He tells me the sea is green:

the stormy ocean.

He would know,

old Navy man. But I say,   

'From the shore

or from a boat near shore

the ocean is blue,

deep blue and sparkling.

Sometimes it's greeny-blue

or on a dull day, grey.'

I live on the rim

of the oldest continent.

I have heard the stories

of the first people.

I have watched the whales

travel south

have seen the turtles

and dolphins play.

Up north we skirted whirlpools.

The tides were 30 feet high.

The ocean booms at night,

and blooms with light all day.


Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #242