Forthcoming are they
Big Bertha sending them our way
Far out to sea is Bertha’s power
Of mariners she is set to devour…
They come ashore in 15 second intervals
Only 5 to 10 feet in height, still surfers goals
The ocean during a storm surge seems to have a soul
Speaks to me each wave does, of my board it does control…
Current strong pulling out to sea
Treating man like so much debris
Such fun each wave a potpourri
Riding these waves I wail like a banshee…
© ed ~ 7/8/08
Cheers,
Dan
Love tinka
Go surfin? smoking some dried tea lately?
Georg
I like it! I always like your nature poetry.
Love and kisses,
Your Brother Pee Wee
(Damn it; Scott already said the very same thing.)
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
I like it! I always like your nature poetry.
Love and kisses,
Scott