3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1249

Ive sailed two storms in face of foolish fears
Ive weathered whip and surge of waves at worst
The bilge odd ballast ankles mine immersed
As every island fateful first appears
Id like to build a pontoon bridge that rears
A foot above the waves unweather cursed
Twixt isle and land theyre native bush imbursed
A dream it is I hide away from hecklers ears
Sit seaside ruins of Westfield freezing works
There ghosts of natural and gory death
The breeze abbreviates undulating breath
I bob the boat away two rudder jerks
Amongst the mangrove snorkel roots they swim
The snapper which I spear in sport on whim
Chorus swim simma swem