Love the SurfA Poem by AmandaStarted surfing recently and never realized how much I could love it. It was like I was meant to be on a board in the ocean.The smell of the ocean. There is nothing
better. The sun kisses my
freckles, warming my skin. The water sparkles,
glistening, showing such beauty. The waves crashing,
birds singing. Soothing. As I walk upon each
piece of sand, I realize. I’m here. Lost in the magic…I’m
home. The salty water rolls
off me. I paddle out. Gliding on its glassy surface. Pull. Pull. I stop and sit. Up and down the water
lifts me. Looking upon the
horizon, the sky meets the water. The waves build. Coming to me…I see the
one. Quickly I paddle. Get ready. At last, I give it my
all. It grabs me. Looking at the water beneath
me. I stand. The wave is
smooth. Guiding me…I ride. Embracing the power of
the ocean. Graceful. We are one. © 2014 AmandaFeatured Review
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