Strange creatures come to visit us

in yellow, white and blue.

They drink the air and squeal with joy

to watch us passing through.

They drift about on things that float

which burble with a deep base note

that rumbles in our ears.

 

And we, the children of the deep,

who ply the oceans many ways,

pulled by the seasons sirens call,

are back here once again.

We welcome you, who seldom swim

or join us in our watery home.

We wave our mighty flukes in fun

and breaching streak the seas  with foam.

 

From Baha’s warm and pleasant seas,

where sunlight sparkles on the waves;

or flickers through the greeny depths

to dance upon the ocean floor.

To Arctic’s cold and icy shores,

we follow natures ancient plan,

that takes us where the fjords slice –

deep to the heart of glacier land.

 

So neighbors of another race,

who seem to love the Great Grey Whale.

We understand the awe you feel,

when we salute you with our tails.

 
 
David Garlick, Victoria, July, 1987