and my face is a little fried
The ocean was so beautiful
if alone I would have cried
Crashing waves made pleasant sounds
I always must remember
what makes my heartbeat healthy pounds.
Some local bros were my guide
We set up the wives and kids
Then paddled out to perfect winds and tide
Stoked I didn't ding my board
In just another fifty yards
lied natures great reward
we all caught radical rides.
Every successful drop
turned me from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.
Sunday 11/23/14
Even though I've never surfed, I felt the joy from your poem, which expressed vividly the thrill and excitement of the sport. Thanks for sharing, once again, Manny, your creative side.
ReplyDeleteBrother from another mother, that was the graceful flow of speech in action. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments. Its funny. I read this poem to a few people in a bar and no one like the rhyming. Maybe its better read than me reading it out loud.
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