The Perfect Wave Poem by rylee gould

The Perfect wave
Sitting out on my board
Patiently waiting
The perfect wave starts to approach
It build's taller and taller
I turn around
It's right behind me
Well known as the little blonde
I begin paddling
Right arm after left arm, right foot after left foot
Fighting to catch the perfect wave
I got it
Dropping in on the perfect wave
The wind hitting my face
The wave beginning to barrel over me
The most peaceful feeling
Is the feeling of riding the perfect wave