Terry Brewer Poems
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Beneath The Waves - Seychelles Islands
Beneath the surface of the blue, blue sea
Is a place I love to be,
Shall I bring lobster home for tea?
In the quiet beauty of the deep,
In that serenity, a ray, sand covered – is he asleep?
No, ever watchful, he wakes, shakes, departs
A hawksbill turtle, gliding by on flippered wings
Ever hunted to make those tourist things.
The beauty of his polished shell his death knell rings
Now the delicate coral garden reveals
Vibrant fish, gentle anenomes, horried eels,
And the beauty of slow cowrie shells
A giant grouper, stationary, guards his ...
Why will man ask why?
Why this, and why that,
Why is the earth held in the sky?
Why is a fat man fat?
No single thing can go free
Inviolate from man’s ‘why’,
Not the rivers nor the deep blue sea
Nor the stars beheld on high.