T'was the night before New Year's and throughout the cold sea;
No one was diving ...not even me.
The fish have all swum to waters much deeper;
To sleep inside shipwrecks like the Idene or the Sleeper.
The spear gun all lonely hanging up on the rack;
Reminiscing the familiar sound of that THWACK!
Lobsters migrated to escape winters wrath;
To wait for next spring and that final hot bath.
Me with my dry suit, tech gear and mask;
Don't be a long winter....That's all that I ask.
Peace
No one was diving ...not even me.
The fish have all swum to waters much deeper;
To sleep inside shipwrecks like the Idene or the Sleeper.
The spear gun all lonely hanging up on the rack;
Reminiscing the familiar sound of that THWACK!
Lobsters migrated to escape winters wrath;
To wait for next spring and that final hot bath.
Me with my dry suit, tech gear and mask;
Don't be a long winter....That's all that I ask.
Peace