Surfer boy

Non fiction nonsense I am writing this as if I'm a young teenager from my youth spent at Avoca beach nsw every year family holiday LISTEN TO THE SONG HARVEST MOON BY NEIL YOUNG WITH THIS

My surfer boy

hey hey hey

 I met last May

a million years away

 His blonde bleached hair  all astray

All tousled with sand of the

long hot summer day

I was a girl who didnt swim much

I loved the sea and the rock pools

and of course walked to the end of the beach

with my friends and saw him only him

there he was alone on his wave

it was a hot summers day

my hair all long and wild

my bikini was black

all crocheted and skimpy

we waved to each other

as he came in on his wave

he ran to me with his surfboard on hand

he was my surfer boy

my one in a million

we kissed by that sunset

he held my hands

he said his name was Jeff

he lived up the coast and 

I visited him every year till i was twenty one

once a year i would see my surfer boy Jeff

we would have such fun

baking our bodies in the hot summer sun

he taught me to swim out in the deep

he showed me the urchins in the rock pools so steep

he taught me to windsurf alone out at sea

we even got a little catamaran

and sailed to an island with pure white sand

The years have passed

and i wonder where my surfer boy ended up

we lost touch in the eighties

I loved my surfer boy Jeff

I wish you nothing but the best

whatever life has brought you

i miss you thats for sure

that surfer boy on that blue ocean shore

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The sea and love. Sweetest places we have known. I liked this poem. My best days were near the sea. Thank you Julie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

How I miss the sea, and love how you brought back this beautiful reflection from your past. Your story rises on the waves.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much for hour review