Folktale Week : Sea

Do not stare too longingly - 

Try not to give it too much thought.

But I swear I hear her whispers 

Saying everything that no man ought.

She bellows low I tell you

And ebbs in a blink

You can easily be lost to her

No matter what you may think

And Yes we've traveled many shores 

And we tend to fare well

But we have lost so many men

To the roaring of her swells.