KSC Grand Cayman Parent Poems Wk 1 2010

Grand Prize Winner- Week 1

To the tune of “Rock around the clock”

1, 2, 3 o’clock, 4 o’clock dive
5, 6, 7 o’clock, 8 o’clock dive
9, 10, 11 o’clock, 12 o’clock dive
Gonna dive our way around the world tonight

6 o’clock and we’re up and around
Wetsuit, mask, fins & snorkel to find
Lotion to smear & shades to put on
It’s off to the dock with a spring & a song
Only then we find out we should have been on the bus!

It’s a giant stride entry into the blue
There’s puffer fish, sting rays & turtles too
There’s twenty other divers all fighting for the sport
But that’s OK with us ‘cuz we love them all a lot
Kids Sea Camp is the only way to dive!

Cobalt Coast is the place to be
Divetech can dive you to eternity
The food tastes awesome & the staff are fab
And best of all its  Kids Sea Camp’s tab

Kid’s Sea Camp, you’re our rock around the dock!!!

By: The Wakely Family


Seafans sway back and forth through the waves.
Seahorses swim by as quiet as a fly.
The ocean is such a beautiful blue.
Manta rays swim by, this is true.
In the great ocean blue.

The tides go in and out
There is no need to shout.
Jellyfish buzz by
As high as the sky
As far as you can see
There is an ocean or a sea.

So protect it.

By: The Martins


When I was a turtle,
The oceans were quite fertile.

When I was a Seal,
They always provided meals.

Now as a diver upon the reef,
I vow to eat more beef.

By: Mark Rice


Kids Sea Camp Caymans

Caymans, KSC in the middle of July
11 students, the instructor’s nerves they were sure to try.

The location is Cobalt Coast.
In the future, the stories they will boast.

6 girls, 5 boys
Lots of laughs, lots of joys

With that size group some names were sure to be double
2 Ashleys- sweet, 2 Zachs- trouble

The Shahs were Shalin and Shivan
Then there was Tyler, Casey, Sophia, Jamie and Jacqueline

Sunburn and rash, sea salt in their eyes
As our time ends together, there will be some sad good byes.

With everyone passing and as happy as can be
We know about their future, they’ll be diving and protecting the sea.

Deciding on the “Angel Rays” as their team name
These special 11 divers will never be the same.

From Emma, Art, Matt and September
We hope this week you will ALWAYS remember!

By: Matt Slaughter


Off to Kids Sea Camp
We went in July
To the isle of Grand Cayman
The 3 of us did fly.

Brooks waited for years
To take this cool trip
Jacqueline learning to SCUBA
And thinking Dad’s so hip!!

We arrived on the 10th
For our week long stay
We went to bed early
It had been a long day.

The next morning up early
There was so much to do!
Classroom and pool time
Out in the ocean, too!

Jacq’s having fun
She’s made a fast friend
A sweet girl names Ashley
Gread buds ‘til the end!

Brooks task this week?
Become a rescue diver
So much to learn, so short a time
The pressure couldn’t be higher!

Margo, Nancy and Arie
Here every single day.
Keeping everyone happy
In every single way.

Rogest was oh so funny
His artwork just amazing
But watch him with those turtles,
I think they call that hazing!!

Junior Open Water was great
With Art, Matt & September
They learned so much, had so much fun
Truly a week to remember!!

Anton took Brooks & Katherine
And whipped them into shape
If you’re in the water and in trouble
From them you can’t escape!!

The Turtle Farm and Sting Ray City
Two adventures that we had,
Mom? She loved the shopping
Hope Brooks won’t be too mad!!

Alas, like all things good
This week must also end,
Rest assured my friends,
To Cobalt Coast and Kids Sea Camp,
We’ll return again and again!!

By: The Garrisons


There is a resort called Cobalt Coast
They have a beach parties, bonfires, s’mores & marshmallow roasts

The dive staff is stupendous
The meals just tremendous

At the sunny summer seaside,
On the Cobalt Coast.

By: Bonnie Everett


SeaLife by the Summer Sea

Sea sand and salt and SeaLife at a camp by the summer sea, On a coast as blue as cobalt,
On a holiday made for me and mine and families near and far, where rain falls in sunshine on the thatched umbrellas, and on all the ships at sea.

See C.J.., feet clamped tight on Tenata’s deck, And hear him yell starboard:
“Mr. Christian! They’re bringing more SeaLife, all of them are, dozens of SeaLifes. We’re up to number 14 already!”

Mr. Christian surveys the bounty before him:
“I’ve never seen so many cameras- SeaLife is everywhere!
We’re going to need a bigger boat!”

And see Sally, she of small stature but who drives a mean stick shift, calling to port:
“No more weight, Mr. C.J.! We’re loaded as it is with MD’s and PhD’s and BSN’s and D.I.’s, and we can stow no more.
But stowed it is in the sea camp by the sea, And SeaLife sparkles on the cobalt coast, On the summer sea.

And all the megabytes
On all the magic cards
And all the painted dots
On all the magic sheets
See what we see in the silver sea
And bring it all back, to see once more, In this camp by the summer sea, in this land by the cobalt shore.

See smiles all around; see Margo, see Lee, See Ronnie, see Nancy, see Arie, and see SeaLife as it should be, In the summer sun, in the silent deep, By tomorrow’s sea, in a land on the cobalt coast, at a camp by the summer sea.

By: Jim Everett


There was once a family named Fiest
Like pirates, they set off on a grand heist
To the Caymans they flew
All the riches there, they didn’t have a clue
Except Andy, who suspected the jewelry could be a shiest!

The seas they were turquoise galore
The turtles, the fish & OK, the s’mores
It couldn’t get any better
Until Ron’s face go even redder-
This dotting is part of our family folklore.

Put your diving & scooters aside
And I’ll tell you the real reason we come for the ride
It’s a bond that never will end
For our friends Margo, Tom, Ron, Robbie and Jen
Our love for you is what gives us most pride.

By: The Fiests



There once was a painter named Ronnie
Who endeavored to speak like a limey
His line edges were raw
So with dots he did draw
And his sea pictures turned out quite sublimely.

By: Robert J. Schmidt


Up at dawn by the rooster’s clarion call,
Rush to breakfast, lotion a gear for all,
You need the right Atatude
Lee, Carl and “Tony” sure do,
Hurl yourself off the stern
Into the blue sink
Into the deliciously cool 4,000,000 ft. depths
Clicker trained we find turtles, rays, morays and such
Reluctant we ascend
Orange lipped we wait to hurl ourselves again.

By: Robert J. Schmidt


By: The McClintock-Sink Family


A Lifetime of Memories

By: Dhiren Shah

I am a child of “Kids Sea Camp.”
Since then sixty years have gone away
I have become aged and grey
But I get great consolation
In knowing that my life has been immensely fulfilling

I ponder why I have been so fortunate
Many reasons- parents, teachers, unique experiences
One burns vivid in my mind
A treasure called “Kids Sea Camp” did my parents find

At first I was curious
Then I was furious
Here I was near a beautiful beach
And where was I?
In a classroom with an instructor ready to teach!

Finally at week’s end, I was a certified PADI diver.
And did begin a life of discovery and wonder
A life of respect and admiration
A life of hard work and accomplishments
A life of joy and rewards
A life of fulfillment

We often ponder at the end of our years
What made our lives so dear?
We wonder what was our guiding light?
What helped us to keep our sight?
In the darkness there was a lamp
And it was for me called “Kids Sea Camp”

It taught me to appreciate everyday life- the glowing lamp
For tomorrow the brightness called life may go damp
It taught me to be amazed by the grandeur every day
Like a passing manta ray
It taught me not to turn away from life’s hurdles
Like becoming a certified diver at age twelve or
Like avoiding becoming a shark’s meal as do sea turtles

It taught me to take the time to appreciate
the little things which are so easily missed
Like the smell of fresh flowers in spring that
Can bring you so much bliss
Or like a carpet of garden eels which if you
Do not look down to see
You would pass over them and miss the
Almighty glee.

It taught me to work hard and cherish my accomplishments
Like my career, family and friends
Kids Sea Camp influenced all of this as it provided me with vision
Like a shark who is all but blind can hunt as if on a mission

It taught me how very precious is life
To capture and hold onto each moment in my brain
As if from a SeaLife camera picture frame
As I look back I am so grateful
How bright has burned my lamp
Thank you Margo, Ron and Kid’s Sea Camp!


Bliss was watching the world cup on Sunday after a great day of diving. Sadness was watching Arie and his beloved Netherlands lose in the waning minutes. Sorry Arie but Spain was the better team!

Happiness is watching your two daughters grow into two beautiful young women while they develop their love for the sea and all of its wonderful attributes. I hope that they can help the old man and old lady when they are unable to reach down and put on their own fins!

This is our fourth year in the sun with Margo and her vision of a week of family, new found friends and what we are all here for… Diving, drink and food…. Not always in that order.

The week has memories of fun and adventure. A swim through the tunnel where the body was ill equipped to fit through the ensuing passage and the resulting blood and skin  left behind on the jagged coral ledge. Ooh. That really hurt! Watching your daughter, the seal, jump in with her mass of jacket, hoses, fins and mask and marveling at the patience of the instructors. One cannot say enough about their attention to detail.

As we reflect through four years of Caribbean family diving adventure, one has to believe that our family has grown from the experience. Sea sickness in Curacao made for a more hearty soul. One cannot forget diving with dolphins in Roatan and being free from Radio, TV and the ubiquitous Blackberry. Bonaire is my favorite. Driving the pickup to each site along the road, Klein Bonaire and watching the baby turtles make their first foray into the sea and some of the most beautiful sunsets. Cayman for the turtles, stingrays, and magnificent blue water. But especially for our friends the Brits and their wonderful use of the English language. What will I do when I return to work on Monday and fail to hear, “Hello Mate. Ready to dive today?”

We look forward to many more years in the sun. Maybe the South Pacific. Maybe Bonaire again. Or maybe some newly discovered destination and the excitement of chartering a new dive adventure for the family. Whatever the future has in stock, it will certainly include more waves, more sun and more fish. Remember, a family that dives together stays together.

By: The Shaw Family


We live in the Pacific Northwest,
And were all feeling quite stressed.
We needed a break,
A decision to make,
Which vacation choice is the best?

Water and beaches and diving and more,
With friendly people and sunshine galore!
An easy choice.
We all rejoice.
Kids Sea Camp’s the place we go for.

The kids are all having a blast,
And making new friends really fast.
They swim in the pool,
To try and stay cool.
And make lots of memories that last.

On Wednesday, poor Ryan fell in a hole!
Away to the hospital we urgently roll.
Nothing was wrong
The bones are quite strong,
His leg was unbroken and whole.

Our boat, Atatude, was something to see.
Our wonderful guides were Karl and Lee.
Who else did we get?
His name I forget!
Oh! Add Albert, and our guides make three.

Margo and Arie are great!
About Ronnie we’ll have to debate.
No double dipping?
What’s he been sipping?
But we love to watch him create.

The week’s almost over and we’re feeling bad,
The end of Kids Sea Camp is very sad.
There’s always next year,
Again we’ll come here.
And relive the great times the this year we’ve had.

By: The Bures Family



Enormous mushroom-like iridescent
Bubble emerge to the surface
Dispersing into an infinite number of
Perfectly irregular shapes.

I watch, perched from above as I
Observe my children exhaling raindrops
Of thoughts, dreams and emotions.

And for the first time, I don’t see the
People who they will become, but the
People that they are.

Indispensable parts of all that surrounds them,
Glorious creatures of the deep,
Guardians of the future.

But, no one is more fortunate than I.
The one who bears witness to the
Miracles below… millions of them
Dispersing into our being in perfectly irregular shapes.

By: Andy Fiest