Land Lubber (Fun Poem 173)

Living near the sea and having had family members who were mariners it would be safe to think I would want to be one to. But I am A Land Lubber, I like sitting by the sea watching the waves rush to the shore sparkling like gems under the sun. I get the sense of distance sitting on the shore watching waves curl and roll to the shore, thankful I am not on a boat. The sea is to many a mistress whose calling lures them forever to sail with her across the cruel seas that stretch around the world. However I am a land lubber with my feet firmly planted on terra firma. I get no sea sickness that can turn your stomach inside out which suits me just fine. A land lubber I’ll stay and a land lubber I’ll always be. No cruel sea shall I sail and no rough waters to inhale, just a relaxer by the sea I’ll be. 21 – 23 September 2015