The sea’s a mighty monster
Who likes roaming round our globe.
He carries fish and coral reefs
Inside his watery robe.
Sometimes he slumbers in the sun –
Perhaps you’ll hear him snore -
But listen out, for when he’s cross,
His voice you can’t ignore.
His angry waves crash on the beach;
His hands thrash out in vain.
As if to join the irate scene,
The clouds send down their rain.
The wind joins in the argument
And ships are tossed about.
Then lightning streaks across the sky
And thunder starts to shout.
At times this monster’s gentle
And you’d think it wasn’t true
That he had been so furious
Now all is calm and blue.
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I hope you like this poem. It was published in 2010 (Nature Poems) - and was chosen as one of almost 400 poems by teachers and children across West Yorkshire. Josie