Down at the ocean bottom one can find,
Creatures of the Deep Sea, such an unusual kind.

Starting off with the Pompeii Worm,
Bacteria on its back looks like a fuzzy prem.

The hydrothermal vents create this worm’s home,
80 Celsius is quite an unusual comfort zone.

At the bottom of the vents you will see,
Another type of worm, what could they be?

They are Tube worms which grow three meters tall,
“The Rose Garden” is what they can also be called.

Among the Tube worms the Vent Crab dwells,
This little white creature knows how to make you yell.

Although it seems harmless, this crab is quite rough,
The top predator at vent sites makes it utterly tough.

The Deep Sea Octopus is a much larger critter,
It’s the smartest invertebrate and never a quitter!

Bioluminescent suckers which flash in the dim light,
Helps attract prey leading to the octopus’ site.

Now I have shown you some Deep Sea features,
We’ll leave it up to Alvin to find us more creatures.

By Kelly
Grade 9, Sister Martha Ann Rinderle's class
Villa Maria Academy, Erie, Pennsylvania

Beautiful Sparkling
Waters
Waves
Rushing
Beaches
Sandy
Shells
Clams
Sea life
Deep Ocean
Dark
Hydro vents
Extreme hot
Extreme cold
Water
Ocean

By Jordan,
Grade 7, Mr. Kirk Greenfield's Class,
Burgin Independent Schools, Burgin, Kentucky

Ocean Creatures
Eel pout
Blush
Glow
Dragon fish
Strange
White crabs
Bottom floor
Pompeii worm
Hairy
Bacteria
Clam
Hideout
Tube worms
Lives in cold water
Hot steam
Hydrothermal vent

By Lexi,
Grade 7, Mr. Kirk Greenfield's Class,
Burgin Independent Schools, Burgin, Kentucky

The blue sea says its white teeth
Between the rocks
Waves shatter by the rocks

the calm song of waves
that make my mind calm

the gulls flying on the golden waves
and the glitter golden sand

at night time,
the blue sea … falls asleep with
sunset below the horizon line.

By Syhneui
Grade 9, Mrs. Debra Wood's class
Yelm High School, Yelm, Washington

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Alvin flies in toxic water,
It is fearless in the deep
Alvin flies into erupting hot magma water
Water that is in the deep.
Alvin uses its sipper
To suck up microbes in the deep.

By Calvin
Grade 9, Mrs. Donna McPeak's class
Wayne Enrichment Center, Indianapolis, Indiana

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Your mission is to explore the deep; you took a mini sub. The first thing you’ll do when you get back; is head strait to the pub. You’ve traveled down so darn deep, it’s so dark and scary, until you turn your spotlights on, and then things are bright and hairy. There are so many strange creatures, that you’ve never seen you wish that you could catch them all and test them in bromine. Perhaps not that specific chemical, there are so darn many, but maybe even one or two, the ones that make a penny. You researched all sorts of things, both big and small, you research could take place much easier, if you weren’t so tall. But you should not blame yourself; it’s not your fault at all. The engineers of the sub, they made the thing so small. Perhaps you saw some giant squids, and maybe even a mermaid, you’d ask them if they’d like to come in, and have some lemonade. Did you get bored on the way down, or on the way back up, I’m sure it probably took so long, did you have to pee in a cup. Sorry if my language is a bit discrete, as you can tell I’m not the best poet. I probably should work on my skill, and revise this poem before I show it. So what kind of equipment do you have onboard; do you have test tubes and tweezers. I bet you’ll be telling your grand children about this, when you are all old geezers.

By Paden
Grade 12, Mona shores High School, Muskegon, Michigan

The sun doth shine o’er the cloudy seas
The raven cackles his chant a thousand miles away
There is no song but that of the ocean.
Her tears lap gently at all that is near
No ear can hear the crash of waves on the sand.
The sun sets, the world turns
There is no song but that of the ocean.
Those who dwell above do not hear the song
Those below cannot understand it.
As the light ponders, the song grows stronger
There is no song but that of the ocean.
Who is there to bring reason?
Those who dwell in darkness seek not the light,
And those in light shy from darkness.
As a wisp of smoke disappears in the breeze,
The light so beloved of life is swallowed.
The sun doth shine o’er the cloudy seas
The raven cackles his chant a thousand miles away.
The sea opens her mouth, her eyes, her heart
There is no song but that of the ocean.

By Arielle,
Grade 8, Ms. Alison Kapsalis's Class,
Ricks Center for Gifted Children, Denver, Colorado

Deep
Deep
Bubbling
Makes my pulse

Race,
As if to say
You are not

Welcome here.
Yet, my heart fills with

Yearning,
Joy.
Intrigued by this

Whole new world.

It’s amazing,
Lights without electricity.
I dream of

A special habitat,
Right here.
For us.

We are a lowly species
Compared to the ones
We discover,

Unfold,

And unwillingly
Destroy.

It takes great courage
To let the dark,

Cold,

Blanket envelope you
And greet you with

Yet another of our Earth’s
Creations.

By Katie,
Grade 8, Dr. Browning's Class,
Tenafly Middle School, Tenafly, New Jersey

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My life flashes through my mind where I see nothing more, but the colors of the sea. I have seen the deepest part of the Sea and have felt the breeze of the heat. The heat that warms Me, but cannot harm. I have no shame in my name, for I was Named after a Roman City. Yet as time passed I was not to be seen or be heard of, until now. Seeing the darkness of the night meant nothing to me, but seeing the light brought me So much joy, for the sun that lay above me had brought me warmth and comfort. My height of four inches is no matter to me, for I am nor big or small when in the sea. The deep sea that calms me and knows the color that covers the back , that hides among the sea. My color which has not shown from the bacteria that has covered me. For what I seek is to always remain with in the sea.

By Araceli
Grade 8, Mrs. Gilmurdillman's class
Grandview, Washington

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I’m a dragon fish
And my bioluminescent barbed
May trick you into being my dish.
I was dreamin’ of the Pompeii worm
And then you biologist sucked me up
And now I am stuck.
But where the seafloor spreads there are volcanoes
That are really steaming vent holes
But where I was once dreamed of luring my next dish
With a bioluminescent bell
Because I have no need for my brilliance
Since now I am STUCK.

By Dustin
Grade 9, Mrs. Jody Rust's class
Wayne Enrichment Center, Indianapolis, Indiana