Favorite Spot

Blue skies, White clouds, Bluer waters,
A Favorite spot, in the Paradise for ‘spotters’,
A lad growing up, in its lonely vicissitude,
Watching, spotting Marine life’s-timeless magnitude.

Under a generously overhung rock,
Like a kept secret under lock
Inside nature’s own accommodating eye
Clear, limpid pool oft visited by,
A family of porpoises seeking rest
And quiet, to nestle together lest
The sea calls too quickly, incessantly
To its restless way of life, instantly.

That lad is now a big guy,
For ‘Pure Marine biology’ his battle Cry!
A formidable task force he leads
Who await his orders like impatient steeds.

Save marine life from pollution and harm’s way
Removing, preventing, correcting, holding sway
They patrol the seas in all weather
Rescue sea mammals, from illegal net’s tether.

His word
Is heard
In many a Top level international moot
Where all bank on him to ‘Trouble Shoot’.
(All because of a favorite spot
Which drove a lad to do a lot).

(a poem with a "green friendly", eco-conscious missive)