Chandler's poetry

The Sea
I must go out to the Sea again,
to the wavy blue old sea.
To see the dolphins jump and dance,
and see the whales spray.

(idea for poem came from Doug's recitation of John Masefield's poem, Sea Fever)

The Sand
The ocean's sand is under my feet,
and sloshing through my toes.
The waves and shore are like
some partners dancing to and fro.

Seashell
If I were a seashell,
I'd be like a home,
and all the crabs would come
and use me and tenderly sleep and walk around
and then they would go
and I would be in a different place
and have another guest.