A Windy Walk Poem by Bill Wright

You always see them, on a windy day
Hardy kite surfers out in force
With their multi-coloured sails
Soaring like angry birds in the sky

I watched them skim and bounce along
Churning the waves to a creamy foam
They must be mad, I thought
As I watched their crazy tricks

Farther along, the sail boarders
They are much more sedate
Swishing along at a steady pace
Barely touching the tops of the waves

The hardy locals were out in force
For their stroll along the prom
It would take much more than this
To keep these folk at home

I love to walk in winds like this
It brings the colour to my cheeks
And it always makes me feel
That it's so good to be alive