Body-surfing was an art,
Those of us living on the island knew how,
We did it so well one could call our experience polished,
So many “summer” kids asked us to teach them how,
We all became friends, some even staying on into our teens,
I did of these “summer” friends try to,
Of body-surfing knowledge impart…
We took our new friends home to meet our folks,
Usually mom gave us a hot dog and a coke,
Then back we’d go to the ocean to get soaked,
It seemed a better time, before we hit puberty,
None of us then did smoke, mostly with each other we just joked…
On “bad” days we played inside,
Board games and such, watching the ocean tide,
We were all the best of friends, why did we have to grow,
To become who we are today, to know the world better,
To see all its mistakes & discover our own personal woe…
© ed ~~~ 2/27/09
make us woeful,but the trick is to find the fun
again in new ways in our present days...fine poem Ed!
woofwoof Ruffuz!play some new games with dad;-)
Love,
Eileen
Fee
Great pic and penning . . . thanks for sharing!!
Best regards,
Lance
To become who we are today, to know the world better,
To see all its mistakes & discover our own personal woe…
Substance for reflection, Ed. Why indeed? Love and peace,
Regis
I hope that the number three will be Forgetting Me, you glutton spoiled brat of a brother(?)
Edvard(k) the Elder