Why must i always  return to the sea,

Why dose she always beckon to me.

I feel so serene when i am there,

And her soft waves gently 

         rock my chair

I like to here the seagulls  cry

And watch them gliding

high in the sky

I am still awed 

by the changing tide

And the ocean so deep and so wide

And the familiar smells

when the tide is low

Where dose all the water go?

Is it pulled away by the moon?

Or dose Davey Jones ,

Hide it in his room;

There  is nothing cleaner than 

than the ocean air

That;s one reason i want to be there

And to here the waves

Braking on the beach.

Then the take the shells

Just out of my reach.

Yes i will return to the sea 

As long as she beckons to me