The Ocean - A Poem by Noah

Last year, during the same month of July, our family went to a dinosaur museum in Moscow to celebrate our Noah's 10th birthday. It was a dream come true for him; a decade-long wait was over. How time flies around here, and now he turns 21 11! He is our boy from the wild, and below is a poem to prove it, just in case you can't tell. He's been into poems lately. And I guess too much rain in the Philippines lately has been making him write poems to curtail the boredom that's starting to seep in.

The Ocean

By Noah Isaiah

The deep, deep ocean,

Dark and blue,

Is teeming with life

You never knew.

Underneath this world,

You will hear

The call of a Whale

That is near.

Its scars, visible

From the fight with a Squid,

And it is gone;

In its stomach, it is hid.

Millions of plankton

Lurking around

Is one of the most beautiful things

You have ever found.

As you ascend, you see a fin—

A Shark! Its face, a dreadful grin.

As you swim away, you see a fleet;

This made the hungry Shark feel beat.

As you go back to shore, you see an Urchin.

"Well, why is it here lurkin'?"

As you avoid its sharp spikes,

You go back home on your trike.

As you enter the house, so dim is the ocean,

And then you wake up, eyes wide open.

"It was just a dream," you start to say,

Then you decided to go to the sea and play.

It may be a dream, but it will be real.

You will see, you will hear,

You will touch, you will feel,

And then, in the window, you peer

At a fleet far away,

And then you have a feeling they are astray.

Then you get into a swimsuit to go tell the men

They are not lost in The Ocean.

"My inspirations for this poem were my imagination and my first open-sea diving experience in Puerto Galera, Oriental Mindoro. My other inspirations are those readings I've had about sperm whales, squids—I mean giant squids—and sharks. I also imagined about robotic submarines that are remote-controlled by scientists. I was also inspired by the rich merchant character who had a fleet in the book Dick Whittington and His Cat by Marcia Brown. And last but not least, my inspiration was having lived in a house on a paradise island. It was just my imagination!" ~Noah

A fishbowl photo from 2009.

Bethany and Noah, seven and one year-old respectively, year 2007.  

Year 2007, when I was "21" and Noah was one year-old. Ha!

Photo Credit: My older sister, Ate Imelda's rendition of The Ocean. 

Left-right: Ate Imelda, Bethany, Joanna (my niece), and Noah doing the dab gesture. Can you see "The Ocean" behind them?

Happy birthday, Noah Bear😍