Grab my magic fish
offshore winds i wish
paddle out on a nice day
sun streaking over the bay
feel the ocean
the gentle motion
glassy to the eyes
barrels forever long
get in position
And there we were. Both in the green room. And there was a rushhhhhhhhhh of our boards slicing the wave.
The surf is my haven and my inner thoughts but,
my solace comes from knowing you.
a poem about otters
I’m walking here with nothing to hide
I’m feeling i m alike the clown that whom walking in the steps of my shadow
Empty endless shore, a thousand miles to go