Surfer’s Ode

I went to the seaside on one misty day

And there, on a perch at a dip in the bay

Was a cross surfer man with a camera phone

He was tight lipped and grumpy and stood there alone.

He filmed with that phone and he spoke with those lips

He reported on wave sizes, wind, tide and rips.

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But sometimes he laughed at craft that were other

He sneered at the riders, implied they’re a bother

He peered o’er the sea from his resinous tower

His fiberglass board gave him feelings of power.

‘Til one misty day he climbed down from his fortress

He waxed up his board and he paddled out, dauntless.

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And there in the valleys, between fearsome sets

Were  SUPs and some boogers and boats with trek nets

He scoffed at a booger and glared at a SUP.

“Ess-yew-peas,” jeered the man, like they all need a klap.

(The problem with trek nets, I must let you know

Is they attract sharks, when they catch fish below.)

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But the cross grumpy man with the camera phone

Was angry with SUPs so he stumbled alone

Into the path of a hungry white shark, who

Could see the full nets, though the ocean was dark.

The fin broke the surface and next came the teeth

The smarty pants man surely whimpered with grief

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“Help!” The man yelled, as the eye of the creature

Was focused on him and his edible features

He turned and he noticed that nowhere in sight

Was a man on a surfboard to help with his plight.

Then out of the mist came a vision so sweet

A girl on a SUP that protected her feet

From critters and jellies and nibbling teeth

Of  men in grey suits that swim deep down beneath.

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“Ess-Yew-Pea,” was the cry of the desperate man

“Let me get on, I am sure that I can.”

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“You on a SUP?” the wise, strong girl said

“I can’t get that image quite right in my head.

For is it epoxy and not glass and fibre,

That’s only for drop ins and burning wave riders?

Cos that’s what I hear when I follow the lead

Of the likes and the views on your Instagram feed.”

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The shark paused mid swim, maybe struggling to hear

Or wanting to draw out the grumpy man’s fear.

“I was mean,” said the man, “To those stand uppers riding.”

“You were,” said the SUP girl, “Now there’s no hiding.

We bought leashes and beanies and wetsuits galore,

We bought wax and some clothes and good stuff from your store.”

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She stopped when she saw he was just about crying

She knew she would not like to see the man dying.

“Okay” said the girl, “Climb on to my SUP.

You must not be lunch for a hungry shark’s pup.”

She wielded her paddle; fought off the critter

Soon the cross surfer would stop feeling bitter.

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He realized then that the ocean is wide

There’s room for all surfers; who cares what they ride?

Now he stands on his tower and smiles at the sea

A wonderful place where all creatures are free

To swim or to play and to share in the stoke

But there ain’t no room for a miserable bloke.

shakas

disclaimer : surfer’s ode is a work of fiction

with apologies to my literary friends

aloha hibiscus

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  One thought on “Surfer’s Ode

  1. July 25, 2017 at 4:18 am

    You have shared an amazing poem through your blog and the most amazing thing about your poem is that it touches my heart and each and every word written in your poem is so true and your poem gives me inspiration and you have shared this poem for a good cause.

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