By the ocean, you feel yourself being called: <br />You just can’t resist, so you go grab your board. <br />The world all around you seems to disappear; <br />From everyday problems, your mind is now clear. <br /> <br />Stood on your board, with your arms open wide, <br />Over the waves, like a bird, you now ride. <br />Your skills as a surfer are put to the test, <br />As you surf the waves - upon their very crest. <br /> <br />You feel as though you are walking on air. <br />You feel the wild wind whip through your hair. <br />Upon your lips, you sense a sharp, salty taste. <br />You feel the summer sun kissing you face. <br /> <br />Your soul feels so free and it comes alive. <br />Above your head, the seagulls dance and dive. <br />The sky up above you is a cloudless clear blue. <br />Your board rides the waves, with only you as its crew. <br /> <br />You are flying on top of a tumbling wave: <br />That rush of adrenaline, your body so craves. <br />The foam froths and fizzes all around your feet. <br />The approaching waves, you are happy to greet. <br /> <br />The salty sea sparkles underneath the sun. <br />The surrounding world, you are happy to shun. <br />As the sun slowly sets on the sleepy shore, <br />Your soul inside is left crying out for more.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surfers-paradise/
