St. Lucia poems

Giving prose over Thanksgiving in St. Lucia 2017

Here are the poems from the Thanksgiving Kids Sea Camp on the island of St. Lucia at Anse Chastanet.

Da, Da, Da, Dan, Da, Da, Da, Dan, Da, Da

By Benoit, Nathalie, Vincent & Maelie

Hurry up, then wait

So hot, in the black wetsuit

Everything that you’re gonna learn now.

Close enough for you to see,

But you just can’t touch.

One breath at a time,

There’s no need to rush.

It’s just learning to dive,

And floating just right.

It’s gonna happen and it’s supposed to happen,

that we clear the mask just right,

One breath at a time.

Diving with you (parody of Shape of You)

By The Gerdts

The club isn’t the best place to find a diver.

So Kids Sea Camp is where I go . . . hmmm.

Me and my friends on the Lucky T with Garfield,

Talking fast and then we swim slow.

Come over and start up a conversation with just me,

And trust me I will give it a chance now,

Take my gear, stop, put my BC on the boat.

And then we start to dive, and now I’m swimmin’ like

Boy, you know I want your air

Your air compressed for someone like me,

Come on now, share your air please,

I may be crazy, don’t mind me

Say, boy, let’s not swim too much,

Grab on my tank and put that rescue to me,

Come on now, follow my lead.

Come, Come on now, follow my lead . . . hmmm.

I’m just loving diving with you,

We stay buoyant like good divers do.

Although my air is falling too,

I’m in love with diving.

And last night you were in my group,

And now my wetsuit smells like Ewwww

Everyday hunting lionfish with you.

I’m in love with diving

Oh-I- Oh-Oh-I -Oh -I

I’m in love with diving

Oh-I- Oh-Oh-I -Oh -I

I’m in love with diving

Oh-I- Oh-Oh-I -Oh -I

Surviving zombies diving with you

I’m in love with diving

Come on, be my buddy, come on.

Come on, with us Kenton, come on.

Come on, with us Davis, come on.

Come on, Danny divers, come on,

Come on, Kenton, come on.

Come on, Davis, come on.

Come on, with us Albert, come on.

Come on, with us Woody, come on.

Come on, Gigi & Jay, come on.

Come on, Heather & Mary, come on.

Come on, Felix & Denzel, come on.

Come on, Margo & Tom, come on.

Come on, everybody, come on.

K.S.C. camp lyrics

By the Johnson family

Young family, there’s no need to feel down

I said, young family, pick yourself off the ground

I said, young family, cause you’re in a new town

There’s no need to be unhappy

Young family, there’s a place you can go

I said, young family, when you’re unsure where to go

You can stay there, and I’m sure you will find

Many ways to have a good time

It’s fun to dive with K.S.C. camp It’s fun to dive with K.S.C. camp

They have everything for families to enjoy

You can hang out with all the fish

It’s fun to dive with K.S.C. camp

You can get some great dives, you can have a good meal

You can do whatever you feel

Young family, are you listening to me?

I said, young family, where do you want to go?

I said, young family, you can make real your dreams

But you got to know this one thing

No family does it all by themselves

I said, young family, put your pride on the shelf

And just go there, to the Kids Sea Camp

I’m sure they can help you today

It’s fun to dive with K.S.C. camp

They have everything for families to enjoy

You can hang out with all the sharks

It’s fun to dive with K.S.C. camp

You can get some great dives, you can have a good meal

You can do whatever you feel

Young family, I was once in your shoes

I said I was down and out with the dive blues

I felt no family cared if I were alive

I felt the whole world was so jive

That’s when someone came up to me

And said, young family, take a walk up the street

There’s a place there called the Kids Sea Camp

They can start you back on your way

It’s fun to dive with K.S.C. camp

They have everything for families to enjoy

You can hang out with all the turtles

K.S.C. camp . . . It’s fun to dive with K.S.C. camp

Young family, young family, there’s no need to feel down

Young family, young family, get yourself off the ground

K.S.C. camp you’ll find it at the K.S.C. camp

No family, no family does it all by themselves

Young family, young family, put your pride on the shelf

K.S.C. camp . . . just go to the K.S.C. camp Young family, young family, are you listening to me?

Young family, young family, where do you wanna go?

K.S.C. camp…you find in the K.S.C. camp…

No family, no family does it all by themselves

Young family, young family, put your pride on the shelf

K.S.C. camp…just go to the K.S.C. camp…

Young family, young family I was watching your shoes

Young family, young I was down with the blues

What an amazing night of poetry in St. Lucia

The St Lucia poetry night always held on the last night of the Kids Sea Camp week is normally a special night. But this week the St. Lucia poems seemed even more remarkable than normal. Maybe it was the gentle rain with the moon dancing in-between the clouds that brought our families prose and verve a little more to the surface. There was a little more energy and edge during the night.

As Dylan Thomas would say: No one went quietly into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right because their words had forked no lightning they. Do not go gentle into that good night.

This poetry contest live up to the Thomas’ poem. A memorable night — a special night — that Margo and I will remember forever. Thank you all for putting so much effort into the evening.

First place: Teen Boat Dive Briefing

By Tyler Jenss

Today our dive will go sixty feet deep,

And forty-five minutes is the time to keep.

To get in the water, just do a big stride,

Then fill up your BC and wait for your guide.

When you get the Ok, you can start to go down,

And put in your regulator so that you don’t drown.

Watch for rocks and sand, because they can go fast,

And if you see an eel you may get harassed,

But if it starts coming towards you just give it a kick,

And keep an eye out for some slippery dick.

When you get two thumbs up, start to head to the surface,

But don’t go too fast ‘cause you’ll make Kenton nervous.

Swimming straight to the boat can lead to decapitation,

This would undoubtedly ruin your family vacation!

When you get to the ladder, go up one-at-a-time,

First take off your fins and then start to climb.

A bang from the boat means an issue atop,

So ascend at one-foot-per-second with no safety stop.

If you hear there’s a problem, don’t ask any questions,

Just go to the surface and then wait for directions.

Keep an eye on your air, and let it be known,

Seven hundred pounds is our caution zone.

If you run out of air, do not be upset,

And the number one rule is, try not to get wet!

First place

By Emma Svitil

When swimming around in the deep ocean blue,

I’ve found some thoughts that just come to you.

Granted some are silly, like my hot dog joke.
But others are profound and need to be written.

We’ve reached many epiphanies down there in the blue,

and now I’d like to share one of mine with you.

The first dive I went on I saw many a thing.

I saw corals, rocks, and some long-lost ring,

but the one thing I saw that really stood out…

Was none other than the trumpetfish with his long snout!

I remember him clearly as I swam through the arch.

He was silver and shiny and made my heart lurch!

Afterwards, as I swam on, thinking on this,

I realized with me, there was something amiss.

See I’ve always thought I was different and special,

much like this fish, I was shiny and precious.

But I suddenly realized that no one else cared.

They didn’t remember that trumpet fish there.

No one on a dive boat says “Did you see that?”

About the poor trumpet fish and others like that.

All everyone cares about is rarity and size.

But they don’t believe unless they see it with their eyes.

I think some of us believe we are fish in the pack.

We’re trout’s and the guppies and the goldfish snacks.

We’re here for a while, we swim around, float.

Then we get eaten or kidnapped or both!

And we think no one cares, we think no one has noticed.

We see the divers swim on, and we see them demote us.

They turn us into another object, a thing.

A backdrop for all that they want to be seeing.

And maybe it’s true. Maybe we are just some fish.

But that’s not important, what’s important is this:

I will never forget that one trumpet fish.

That fish was so special, he couldn’t be missed.

At least by me, see, that’s where it counts.

I can travel the world; I can make my rounds,

But I won’t forget him and that’s where its true

That that is how somebody feels about you.

For most of the divers, you may not be special.

They’ll swim on by, and then they’ll just board the vessel.

They’ll leave and forget and move on to the next. But for one person, just maybe, they’ll stay and they’ll rest.

They’ll take all the pictures; they’ll put you in logs.

They’ll remember there depth and the exact time and all.

Or the things that happened the moment they saw you

That one special fish

The best of all You.

60’s Diving Medley: (sung to the tunes of Nat King Cole’s “Love” and The Weavers “Lion Sleeps Tonight”)

By the Molkentin Family

S: is the Sea that we explore.
C: keeps us Coming back for more and more
U: is the Underwater life galore
B: The Bubbles
And A: we sure Adore. Kids Sea Camp.

Divin’ trips with kids sea camp are just the best
They fulfill our family’s diving quests.

Kids sea camp’s shown us new spots on the map
Utila, Bonaire, Palau
The Grenadines, St. Lucia and Yap
Come, along and join the family fun
Kids dive safe
Under Margo’s thumb

Grab your mask, your fins.
Strap on your BCD
See the peacock flounders, trumpetfish
And anemone

Dive KSC from dawn to dusk each day
Night Dive with the needlefish that dot the bay

We love the fringing coral
And the fish
That this trip would never end
Is our only wish…Because