The Art of Surfing
By Maddison K
Published 22 September 2023
I have not yet mastered the riding
On rolling waves,
Six feet high speeding
Like a bird through the wind I fly,
Colours ablaze, like the waves carry me
To the surface of the sky.
The night owl stingrays camouflage
Underneath my delicate feet,
I can hear my wave crash and boom!
It comes back down at me like the stare of the moon.
My family cheerful with glee,
With the dolphins singing as loudly
As a rhythmic beat.
The birds myrtle a chirp
And I stand high with a sigh
I twirl and whirl with my duty of deem
She calls me into the bright twilight night
As if I was at the old Flat Rock Beach
I stop and can't believe the sight
While I’m enjoying the nurture’s delight.