Rollers breaking onto the beach, <br />Surfers riding high, <br />Battling with the waves as each <br />One, they dare defy. <br /> <br />Great excitement in this display, <br />Such skill and balance too, <br />Keeping atop the foaming spray, <br />A victory to pursue. <br /> <br />The Lifeguards keep a watchful eye, <br />As they perform their art, <br />To certain rules they must comply. <br />Before they even start. <br /> <br />With tanned physique they surf the tide, <br />While the spectators gaze, <br />And are the heroes of the glide, <br />And really do amaze. <br /> <br />On Bondi beach and Newquay's shore, <br />They gather for the thrill, <br />To brave the sea with its thunderous roar, <br />And take the occasional spill. <br /> <br />To beat the ocean's vertical towers, <br />Is a challenge some will face, <br />A man against the surging powers, <br />A dream they have to chase. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/their-chosen-sport/
