Ocean Run

Ocean Run

Take a look at this my son

Before you start your run

They think that they’ll catch you

Like a wave

The ocean is oh so deep

But these men never sleep

And they aim to put you

On their plate

Go way down below

Where vision has a soul

And their fishing rods

Will be to late

I know deep within

You have learned to swim

And all they can do

Is cast their bate

So speak with me now

As I have shown you how

And live in a world

That you create

© 9/19/2008, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry