2019 Poems from Kids Sea Camp St. Lucia

Family Poems from Kids Sea Camp family dive vacations. This is a very special part of our Kids Sea Camp dive trips. Each family writes and reads a poem or a song at the end of every week at KSC. The Family poems night is a celebration of creativity, the ocean, family, and Kids Sea Camp.

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Chris’s Poem (A Shout Out to Sam’s Crew)

My Man Marc, the mix-master of logistics

Jessie knows everything you want to know, including the statistics

Frenchy, his care was quite supér

Sharon laughing like a hyena with long blonde hair

Eve, she’s pretty hip, even with a big fat lip

Sergi, when he dives, he really knows how to let it rip

RD always got us where we wanted to go

Lulu expertly guided us way down below

Bell… who says Palau is my office every day

and Ray, who truly knows the Palaun way…

Thank you to SAM and the whole Sam’s Crew – you guys were awesome !

Susan’s Poem (haiku):

WWII wrecks, yeah?!

Destroyed the natural beauty

Thank you Palau Pledge


A poem from mother earth to the human race…

Help me my children

I’m dying you see

There’s coal in the air

And plastic in the sea

I’m hot and I’m choking from all that you’ve done

To take a lesson from your book “go get me a gun”!

4 billion years in the making

(I know some get confused)

And here we are

You took all the land and covered it with tar.

You cut down the forests of mangroves and trees,

And little by little you brought life to its knees

My oceans are full

Of the crap you’ve put there.

I had filled them with fish but now they are bare.

You caught them by the billions

And some of them you ate

But from others you made oil and lipstick and fertilizer and pet food and vitamin supplements, and glue, and jewelry, and nail polish and sandpaper, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera

I gave you a brain that nothing can match

But what you have done with it has been sad to watch

Now I know there’s been cool stuff you invented like medicine and paint

Yea ok and the Avengers and Star Wars and Woody the Saint.

But you learned early on how to dig, and dig deep,

You came up with coal, oil and gas and

Enough money to make Solomon weep.

But the greenbacks have drawbacks

And now it’s apparent

that that stuff from the ground

Is an environmental accelerant

But the earth doesn’t care

Whether you make it or not

If you poison yourselves

It cares not a jot.

Life will go on, just in a different form but

The human race will no longer be the norm.

So now to Kids Sea Camp a shimmering light of

Hope and education to take forward the fight.

We’ve had lot’s of fun to be sure and seen amazing things

We’ve met many cool families (some of which can sing)

So thanks to Margo and Tom for making it so

But thank you to all the instructors and educators

Who play a huge role

In shaping young minds and preparing their hearts

For the struggle ahead by bearing witness

to both the beauty and destruction of all our surrounds.

Your final gifts, my dear human race

Your brains and your children

May be the last you will ever be given.

So listen well and hold fast.

Get your shit together or

You too, will soon be in the past.

ET3 Mitchell Ayer on CGC Bibb 1971-1974

The story I tell is true

About the finest cutter to sail the ocean blue

In the darkest days of World War II 

In nineteen hundred and forty three

Wolfpacks of U-boats prowled Atlantic seas

Looking to send freighters to their doom

Sailors fearing the Nazi torpedo’s deadly boom

The ships gathered together in convoy groups

Surrounded by cutters to protect the troops

An evil U-boat torpedoed the freighter Mallory 

Dumping men in waters icy

The cutter Bibb sped to their rescue

Before the cold waters turned the men blue

The convoy commander signaled “Come back, come back”

For I fear the wolfpack’s deadly attack

But the Bibb was skippered by Captain Raney 

Who answered “Not turning back, no sirree”

There our boys in the sea 

From the sunken ship the Mallory 

The Bibb’s brave crew 

Rescued a total of two hundred and two

Many years later I served on this warrior of the sea

And met the men of the Mallory 

The old salts shook my hand saying

“Thank you, thank you for coming back for me”

The Bibb still serves in the Florida Keys

As a reef hotel in the deep blue seas

Her sister Duane sits by her side

As they still stand watch from tide to tide

ET3 Mitchell Ayer on CGC Bibb 1971-1974

Mitchell Ayer (copyright)

Lillyana McGowan 

My first dive I saw a white fish with a brown stripe

I was so excited my heart took flight

We had so much fun sitting on the front of the boat

That’s when my heart began to float

When I first hit the sea floor I was amazed and all in wonder

With my ears popping away it took me a while to get under

When I laid down in bed, like the waves I was still rocking

I was like a boat not returning for docking

An urchin I spotted on my first night dive

I’ve never felt so new and alive

This experience has been so eye opening and amazing

Even at night in the pool I back float stargazing

In my passport I have my first stamp

Thank you everyone and Kids Sea Camp

Kai’s Poem

As we arrived at Oslob nobody could sit

When we hear we needed a briefing some people had fits

All of us jump into the water

Only a bathing suit needed it couldn’t be hotter

As we look down at the sandy reef

A whale shark emerges from beneath

Trying to keep up and stay away from the tail

So we can take cool photos and not get nailed

Diving down to take a cool pic

The shark doesn’t notice us as if we were ticks

All the bubbles no one can see

Holy crap there’s one under me

All you can do is swim around

And try not to get hit by 100,000 pounds

As you watch and observe the huge things eat

You realize they’re kind of neat

How can a whale so big eat something so small without a fuss

Then grow as big as a city bus

At last it’s been 30 minutes and it’s time to go

Everyone shouts woah I don’t think so

On the way back to the boat the last one comes up to say bye

And you truly see that to them your nothing bigger than a fly

As it descends into the deep

It leaves a great memory for you to keep

Diving at Night: 

By James Gilmore

Stealthily hiding in the waving soft coral

A spotted moray looks for a bite

Then lithering along the sandy bottom

A sharptail eel slips away from sight

At last looking out from its daytime home

A Chain Moray comes out for the night

So many varieties of crustaceans to be seen

Some in abundance while others quite rare

Countless arrow crabs and banded coral shrimp curiously look on

With their antennae and tiny pincers ready, they stare

Ready to clean and take those pesky parasites away

Purple cleaner shrimp surprisingly came as a pair

Finally three new crabs seen on this adventure

Batwing crabs, a Hairy Clinging Crab and a Nimble Spray Crab make this trip hard to compare

As we look to end this literary torture

And hoping you forgive its writer for a few more lines

As there were too many things seen and not enough rhymes

A few more favorite moments together

That high five flyby in the dark

And finally the Avatar movie-like experience watching Ostracods

Performing their dance in the dark

All while diving at night!

Hello Gramma, hello Gramps

Hello Gramma Hello Gramps,

Here I am at Kids Sea Camp

Camp is very entertaining

I just wish they would provide us towels daily

Hello Gramma, Hello Gram

How is life with Instagram?

Here we unplug, leave the rat race

Wonder if non-diver activities will take place

I shouldn’t moan, don’t want to piss and moan

But cruise ship folks are rude

At least we have our separate food

Hello Grammy and Grampy,

My tummy feels a little  crampy

Don’t Drink the water or so they tell me

What did I do to deserve dysentery

Instead of Woody we have Patric

Good thing is he’s fantastic

He excels at all his duties

Except for joining in karaoke

I shouldn’t groan, I really don’t want to piss and moan

But I can’t post any pics

At least i’ll get some from Patric

Well I guess I should be going

Dives are nice here, skills are growing

All the rest of my companions

Take each day in stride like champions

We’ve seen lots of pretty fishes

And the dive sites exceed our wishes

We’re so happy. Dear Grammy and Gramps

Please send us next year to Kids Sea Camp!

Lloyd Kaufman – Reflections

I look at the reflections in the mirror
A vision I have taken from the past
I can feel my heart growing nearer
To home

Early 2004 my bride and I
Took to the sea on our first dive adventure
A little one 4 years old
At home

Sold for life my partner and I
Traveled the Caribbean ocean when we could
While the family welcomed another
To home

As the years past the wife and I
Continued to frolic in the warm waters
While the little ones yearned for the same
From home

2010 arrives and the eldest
Takes to the quarries
For open water certification
At home

Luck would have and a little research too
A growing company of like minded folks
Offering underwater family adventure far
From home

Both boys took to the water like fish
Earning accolades from the family divers
And supplemental education
At home

At 18 and 14 and bride and I at midlife
Reflection is natural
Aided by many years of accessible photographs
On the road or at home

As we near the time where our boys
Start to leave, wonderment of preparedness
Abound and wonderment of returning
To home

Cliches notwithstanding I do have hope
That the adventures these young men
Have encountered along the way will bring fondness
Of their home

Kudos to kids sea camp and family divers
For being a willing participant in the journey
It’s not nearly done yet as we prepare for our journey
Back home.

St Lucia, Anse Chastenet, and Scuba St Lucia
Have earned our forth kids sea camp visit and 7th visit overall
Which easily makes it our second home away
From home

So thanks abound to kids sea camp
In hearing my reflections and aiding in the adventures
That our family will continue to enjoy 
in our ocean

Poem Hikeu by Saralyn Lehman

Open divers log

Then forget where I have been

Then remember again


There was once a girl Ellie Bean

Who loved keeping the ocean floor clean

Mesh bag in her hand she finds trash in the sand

And the result is a reef that’s serene.


There was once a boy with blond hair

who could flip and swim with much flair

He flew down to St. Lucia

To learn how to Scuba

And became a master diver extraordinaire!


There was once a diver named G

who loved to be upside down in the sea

She has fun with her friends

looks at fish like they’re gems

A child of Neptune is she

The forest is always greener
From the Kuppenheimer room.
If you can’t escape this heat then
You’ll end up inside a tomb.
Just look at the beach around you,
Put up a yellow flag
If Hayden steals that cocktail,
It’s gonna make him gag.
Uh oh
Where is j-t
Where is j-t
He’s not on the boat
And we gotta float
Where is j-t?
We’d like to thank Allie Gigi and Jay
For taking us diving every day
Creating lion fish kills
It was a thrillah
Under the sea.

Our certified PADI divers
Cooper, Macky, Maddie, Sav
Cuz now in the ocean blue
A PADI card they have.
Now the dads are getting old now
And they’re heads are getting bare.
OH QUICK look at that gage now
Oh crap I’m out of air.
I have to pee
I have to pee
Grant is drinking
Darcy is sinking
Lime and honey!
I love the fishies in the bay
Kim is a vegan now NO WAY!
Bump it for Hayden
Cooper is playin
Where we can’t see.

The tea Macky’s spillin
The Latin is chillin
Grant has a girlfriend
He got her at church camp
The certs we have earned
The facts I have learned
Micronesia is smaller than nesia

The fish guy has fish
I ordered that dish
The ears have the pain
The sky has the rain
Keither and brad
To leave here is sad
It’s gazpacho time!

Thank you family
Thank you family
Brings up the past
The time goes by fast
Those dads were crazy!!
What do they got a shining star
We’ve got Bucknell’s own K-D-R
Turtles are hatching
Able is smashing
That’s why it’s coolah
Down in St.Lucia
Frat guys are meeting
Their hair is receding
Thank you familyyyyyyyyy