is as to a Surfer the dinner bell.
Surfers arrive by the ones and two observe and asess the commanding view.
Lines well up over a deep water reef eyes look on with eager belief.
A feathering top and a rising wall as the wave approaches standing tall.
The lip throws out as the barrel looms offshore winds the face it grooms.
The waves are large and treacherous too and only avail to a courageous few.
Decision is made the surfers go out to ride the waves without any doubt. ©2006 Andy Harney Want a poem posted? Send it to Andy@Go-surfer.com |
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