My youngest son, David, who resides in Galveston for the past several years, has turned into a proper Island boy. Getting poetic in his old age too...He started diving with me at age 12, now he is 42...........while I reside 260 miles north, land locked and just getting old...anyway he posted a nice poem of sorts on facebook and I'd like to share it here. Along with the photos he posted that I shot of him during our adventures. Don't know the issue with the photos.......ahhhhhhh, I hate computers!
Scuba Diving Heavy SCUBA tanks As if flying in water Everywhere blue
Dry mouth icky salt Regulator gets knocked out Can't breathe in water
See a shark hiding Marveling in its stealth Hope it's not hungry
Running out of air Better get to boat fast Stupid lungs why why?
Brightly colored fish And coral everywhere I wish I could stay