Surf Life
By Benny R@mirez
31 Dec 2008
It's not the waves you catch,
How hard or how strong.
It's the wind in your hair,
The ocean's song.
Knowing you can't,
Almost certain you can.
Endless blue,
With a bare sight of land.
Getting to know the oceans,
Dolphins and fish your friends.
Too many mistakes,
That you need now not mend.
The loss of all worries,
The bad, the worst.
Nothing is practiced,
Nothing rehearsed.
The surfer's only knowledge,
Of what's going on,
Is the coming of the waves,
In the wake of the dawn.
5 responses
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Nichole Rivera gave props (31 Jan 2009):
Great!!! lovely!!!
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petey whitelaw gave props (19 Feb 2009):
well put bro.
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Sonia Adam Murray gave props (14 May 2009):
Beautiful words and photos to go with them, voted.
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Rey mos gave props (21 May 2009):
You have a poetic mind! I do write poems (free verse) as well.
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Angel Guzman gave props (26 May 2009):
Amazing pictures of nature!! voted!
