He feared the dark depths where monsters lurked.
He feared the roiling waves cresting toward the beach.
He feared the winds of Autumnal storms.
How could any swimmer survive that terrifying chaos?
What else could he do but rest on the sand,
feel the assuring solidity of land?
That became his abiding wish,
His hope filled prayer.
His only problem there….
He’s a fish!
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 
I love to swim and would enjoy it more if I never saw the movie, Jaws. But there’s always pools.