Their Chosen Sport Poem by Ernestine Northover

Their Chosen Sport

Rating: 5.0


Rollers breaking onto the beach,
Surfers riding high,
Battling with the waves as each
One, they dare defy.

Great excitement in this display,
Such skill and balance too,
Keeping atop the foaming spray,
A victory to pursue.

The Lifeguards keep a watchful eye,
As they perform their art,
To certain rules they must comply.
Before they even start.

With tanned physique they surf the tide,
While the spectators gaze,
And are the heroes of the glide,
And really do amaze.

On Bondi beach and Newquay's shore,
They gather for the thrill,
To brave the sea with its thunderous roar,
And take the occasional spill.

To beat the ocean's vertical towers,
Is a challenge some will face,
A man against the surging powers,
A dream they have to chase.

© Ernestine Northover

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duncan Wyllie 08 August 2006

As you also Ernestine, on seeing the challenge, you seize it, crasp with both hand and heart and put us on sails that free Thankyou darling this is awesome! ! ! Love duncan X

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Joe Breunig 08 August 2006

The surf is up and you're hanging 10; beautifully written.

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Sid John Gardner. 08 August 2006

Riding the curl with you on this one Ernestine. Sid John.xx

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 08 August 2006

Your impeccable attention to the key principles of Verse is unparalleled. Here, once again, you display virtually flawless Meter/Rhythm fluxion...Smooth and even as even gets....Love your topic as well as the scrutinizing detail that takes simple subject matter and enhances its quality value....Stellar Penning Mrs. Northover! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/fjr

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