GOLDEN
My mind was clear
My body tired
My skin salty and dry
The waves were there
They cleaned my hair
The sun shined in the sky
From low tide pull
To high tide push
Four hours I did play
If you can’t surf every day of the week
Surf a week’s worth in one day.
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Amazing how a good surf can get everything back in tune again. At least for a week or so...
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And it just kept getting better. I had 2 lefts that equaled my earlier right.
Sat morning was pretty damn good.
Poetry on motion, hehehe...
Hoping for another golden opportunity.
Hey, I'm used to surfing the fridged waters of Ireland; full gimp suit all year round. We only get the odd sunny session and your simple poem captures our weekend-warrior attitude. Surf till you drop.
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