Also, it sounds boastful which I may or may not change later. Changing will be hard as it tells of the Oceans and Seas I've visited. Telling this is the reason I posted it now.
Ocean Hopping
None to All in Seventy-eight Years
Water he loved when he was a boy
Boats, bits of trash sailed his watery course
Rivers he'd seen from the Route 10 bridge
Oceans he read those far away lands
His book came true when he was fifteen
Grandmother then lived in Oregon
Clams on the beach digging in the sand
Pacific there dipped his tippie toe
Travelling fellow out to see this world
Conquering the seas spending his dollar
Now past his prime three seas an ocean
Not seen nor swum those elusive four
Ocean Southern he'll do that alrightAndaman Sea, Japan, and Okhotsk ...
Slowing fast—gone—mind his final wish
His ashes please cast on seven seas
Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Oceans" as prompt,
suggested by F.P. of Sweetest in the Gale
ah1 i am the first lucky reader...
ReplyDeletebeautifully said..
we lived for several years near the ocean at goa, india...it was wonderful..
A seasoned sailor ticks off oceans of places beyond the reality of many of us! It all sounds like a journey in a dreamscape. You are so lucky!
ReplyDeleteYou've had wonderful experiences there. Something to cherish.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful, rich journey. I am glad it continues.
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely...you are so lucky to have seen so many oceans. And it doesn't sound boastful at all, I promise!
ReplyDeleteI agree, not at all boastful Jim. I think your first experiment was a successful one. You conveyed your longing and experience well.
ReplyDeleteJim, I like this a lot. A great personal story and well written. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteJim,
ReplyDeleteEnjoyable read...I can still recall the first time I smelled the salty ocean air and saw such a huge body of water.
The sight amazed me as a southerner ... knowing mostly creeks, ponds and branches of water.
I enjoyed your tale of journeys and memories... not boastful to me.
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I think it's wistful, full of pride and sweet memories
ReplyDeleteI am impressed, Jim. Good luck on getting to the rest of them.
ReplyDeleteI think you did just fine! :) Wonderful to read.
ReplyDeleteI loved following your words and travels. It didn't strike me as boastful in the least bit -
ReplyDeleteLovely words and experiences. Photos are brilliant
ReplyDeleteThus you might turn to a fish...
ReplyDeleteI liked reading it very much. Great experiences!
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You did a great job with this. I can tell you love the sea...and as usual- lovely picture!
ReplyDeletehi jim, it is good to write to stretch ourselves... tippee toes... hadn't heard that in ages... the best picture of all, is that you relaxing with hat and shades and smiling ear to ear...a most enjoyable read...
ReplyDeleteWe live on the bay and I share your love for the water. Great reading and photos; and you are welder, too. I'll bet you have other hidden talents. Gardening? Musical instruments?
ReplyDeleteJim, I really love the construction of the lines. "Water he loved when he was a boy - I really like that.
ReplyDeleteThe poem has a certain wistfulness about it. I'm sure many of us can relate to that longing for something and knowing it may not happen. God willing, it shall.
Kat
P.S. My muse is still lazy (and fat). I am neither, however.
Pacific there dipped his tippie toe says all. wonderful journey, and more to come, i'm sure.
ReplyDeleteA place to begin and end our days, as water is indeed the womb of life.
ReplyDeleteJim, I believe you did quite well ... with prose, it's all about telling a story.