Thank you for becoming a poem...
THE SURFERS
The ocean speaks
through ums and aahs,
Keeps rolling in
Licks toddlers toes
Rushes
to dance with surfers,
splashes waders
bashes some,
paints the rocks,
pulls the moon
The Surfers balance
on long boards,
fibreglass islands
Bowing in the mouth of a wave
Gliding
to finish on its tail
and jump off in the shallows
Dolphin-like, they slither
back onto their boards
and paddle like baby turtles
jojobee
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