Isla Rasa
What did we see? What did we do? Well, we caught some rocks inside our shoes, we walked and swam without a care and in an attempt at rhyme, our adventures we’ll share!
**
The time has come to say goodbye, when you’re having fun time really does fly.
We went on an adventure to magical places, meeting new people, seeing new faces.
This is surely the worst part of the trip, to leave this good old trusty ship.
Poem by: Catherine Hedge, Age 11
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Birds
Heermann’s Gulls
Flying birds everywhere
Beautiful boisterous
Birds
Poem by: Catherine Hedge, Age 11
**
Big
Long living
Unique
Eats a ton of plankton
Wow
How amazing
A deep diver
Long body
Exquisite
Poem by: Petar Van Dongen, Age 11
**
Rattle snake
At Isla Catalina
They camouflage
Tiny
Little
Eel-like
Low to the ground
Exceptionally venomous
Smaller than usual
Slide
Rattleless
Attack
Teeth very sharp
Terrifying
Lethal
Eerie
Slithering
No rattle
Amazing
Kids beware
Emerald
Poem by: James Hedge, Age 8
**
Dolphins rotating round and round, they leap up and then splash down.
The fish are scared, the fish are fewer, chased, swallowed and perhaps even skewered.
In front of an ash non-volcano afar, a trained eye caught a back and a blow,
Light colored with a tiny dorsal, “Blue!” came the call from those in the know.
Elusive it could be called no longer, as a pair of blues logged by our ship,
Two hours later and sunburned, we reflected “Oh man what a day, oh boy what a trip!”
But the magic was to continue, as we shuttled into the unknown,
To a place of mystical creatures, a place the boojums call home.
On an overgrown track we did follow, weaving between convoluted plants,
Was this path made by past travelers, or were they the footprints of boojums that dance?
“Go lay an egg!” Jack called out in admonishment, from the ship to terns that flew by,
Much to our astonishment, Enriqueta radioed, they’re sitting, only half took for the sky!
Peeking out our cabin windows, gulls and terns flew and bobbed all around,
The vision was only a third of it, open the door for the cacophonous sound.
The time has come now for breeding, Rasa will be the new eggs home,
Now get these birds paired up, goodness knows they’re full of hormones!
Pilot whales were found all around us. Radio Ralph! Do you think we should stop?
There were plenty of whales for all of us, in view with our auto-focus locked.
Bulbous heads popped up all around, rounded dorsals poked out in the rain,
A breach caught us wiping off raindrops. Oh rats! Could you do that again?
Seeking a sunset to sail into, looking for a mountainous backdrop scene,
Has this been a seven day vacation? It seems a perpetual dream.
What did we see? What did we do? Well, we caught some rocks inside our shoes, we walked and swam without a care and in an attempt at rhyme, our adventures we’ll share!
**
The time has come to say goodbye, when you’re having fun time really does fly.
We went on an adventure to magical places, meeting new people, seeing new faces.
This is surely the worst part of the trip, to leave this good old trusty ship.
Poem by: Catherine Hedge, Age 11
**
Birds
Heermann’s Gulls
Flying birds everywhere
Beautiful boisterous
Birds
Poem by: Catherine Hedge, Age 11
**
Big
Long living
Unique
Eats a ton of plankton
Wow
How amazing
A deep diver
Long body
Exquisite
Poem by: Petar Van Dongen, Age 11
**
Rattle snake
At Isla Catalina
They camouflage
Tiny
Little
Eel-like
Low to the ground
Exceptionally venomous
Smaller than usual
Slide
Rattleless
Attack
Teeth very sharp
Terrifying
Lethal
Eerie
Slithering
No rattle
Amazing
Kids beware
Emerald
Poem by: James Hedge, Age 8
**
Dolphins rotating round and round, they leap up and then splash down.
The fish are scared, the fish are fewer, chased, swallowed and perhaps even skewered.
In front of an ash non-volcano afar, a trained eye caught a back and a blow,
Light colored with a tiny dorsal, “Blue!” came the call from those in the know.
Elusive it could be called no longer, as a pair of blues logged by our ship,
Two hours later and sunburned, we reflected “Oh man what a day, oh boy what a trip!”
But the magic was to continue, as we shuttled into the unknown,
To a place of mystical creatures, a place the boojums call home.
On an overgrown track we did follow, weaving between convoluted plants,
Was this path made by past travelers, or were they the footprints of boojums that dance?
“Go lay an egg!” Jack called out in admonishment, from the ship to terns that flew by,
Much to our astonishment, Enriqueta radioed, they’re sitting, only half took for the sky!
Peeking out our cabin windows, gulls and terns flew and bobbed all around,
The vision was only a third of it, open the door for the cacophonous sound.
The time has come now for breeding, Rasa will be the new eggs home,
Now get these birds paired up, goodness knows they’re full of hormones!
Pilot whales were found all around us. Radio Ralph! Do you think we should stop?
There were plenty of whales for all of us, in view with our auto-focus locked.
Bulbous heads popped up all around, rounded dorsals poked out in the rain,
A breach caught us wiping off raindrops. Oh rats! Could you do that again?
Seeking a sunset to sail into, looking for a mountainous backdrop scene,
Has this been a seven day vacation? It seems a perpetual dream.
