THE BEACH POEM Crashing of waves, sun in the sky
These are the days you don't even ask why. Surfboard in hand and warm summer sand Natures perfect creation you just can't let pass by. As I paddle out through the surf I think to myself how I can't let this one get away. The massive wave builds like a skyscraper I catch it in perfect time, this is where I want to stay. Over and over I play in the waves. The water is warm this is where I roam. It couldn't be more perfect, This is where I call home. |