The surfer’s dream
To ride the waves
All he wants
Desires or craves.
The crashing waves
Upon the shore
The mist , the salt
The draw, the lure.
Beckons him
It pulls him in
He wants to go
He longs to swim.
The water…. cold
The current strong
He wants to be
Where he belongs.
The colors blue
With tints of green
The foam so white
It’s glistening.
Another day
Another wave
Today he waits
He must behave.
The turmoil of
The boundless sea
Will wait for him
So patiently.
He must take time
Regain his strength
Commune, absorb
The sun, the wind.
Feel the warmth
The breeze so sweet
The earth and sand
Beneath his feet.
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