Angela Wybrow

Rookie - 482 Points (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

Surfers' Paradise - Poem by Angela Wybrow

By the ocean, you feel yourself being called:
You just can’t resist, so you go grab your board.
The world all around you seems to disappear;
From everyday problems, your mind is now clear.

Stood on your board, with your arms open wide,
Over the waves, like a bird, you now ride.
Your skills as a surfer are put to the test,
As you surf the waves - upon their very crest.

You feel as though you are walking on air.
You feel the wild wind whip through your hair.
Upon your lips, you sense a sharp, salty taste.
You feel the summer sun kissing you face.

Your soul feels so free and it comes alive.
Above your head, the seagulls dance and dive.
The sky up above you is a cloudless clear blue.
Your board rides the waves, with only you as its crew.

You are flying on top of a tumbling wave:
That rush of adrenaline, your body so craves.
The foam froths and fizzes all around your feet.
The approaching waves, you are happy to greet.

The salty sea sparkles underneath the sun.
The surrounding world, you are happy to shun.
As the sun slowly sets on the sleepy shore,
Your soul inside is left crying out for more.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013


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