Ocean was seventy-four,
Clean, no seaweed, no jellyfish,
Waves ran by foot about four,
Great rides both with & without a board…
The sun totally bright,
No clouds to block out the light,
The air temp was around ninety,
Rode down those waves like a screaming banshee…
Beach sand hot as hell,
I almost a few times fell,
But stood on the board, I gotta you tell,
Wish this board was mine, I would never it sell…
© ed – 7/5/11
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