Ralph: Sound Of The Surf (The Surfing Poem)

Sound Of The Surf (The Surfing Poem)

Waves crash down
6:am
Morning mist
Hot sun burning
White boards rising
from the sand
camp stove coffee
smelling good
Fuel for the engine
Rhythm of the surf
Drums of the sea
One by one
into the ocean
throwing our bodies into
the liquid of life
Souls set free
astride our hearts
twisting and turning
propelled by ocean
into the white light of peace
exhiliration
fear the only obstacle
adrenaline the reward
sweat is our offering
baptized in the waters of
our creator
cleansed of our sins
given strenght
to carry our message of
an infinite calm
a silence within
as day begins
the sound of the surf
dawn of the drums