Fairbank and Barr


The Man From Point Cartwright - Poem by Fairbank and Barr

There was movement at the station,
The word had passed around,
Six foot barrels at Point Cartwright,
No one to be found

The barrels rolled through roaring,
The people gathered on the rocks,
The waves were going crazy,
The boats were rocking at the docks

The surfers jumped off the rocks,
And paddled out to the break,
A lull came across the water,
And they yelled 'For goodness sake! '

The sneaking set is rolling through,
Like a raging bull,
A wall of water green and blue,
They watched... it grew and grew

The sun shone in the navy sky,
The surfer took his grave,
The wall rose up before his eyes,
As if taking him to his grave

The surfer washed upon the rocks,
As many watched in awe,
A seagull screeches and it mocks,
The ocean's laid its law

The turtle peaked above the water,
Giving the surfers a fright,
It sat there calmly watching,
As it grew closer to the night

Another day at Point Cartwright,
The sun lingered upon the rocks,
The waves slowed before the night,
The boats settled at the docks


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 25, 2010



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