Dicky Neely
August 3
Waves Eternal Waves, by Dicky Neely
Still they come, rolling to the shore,...
Mighty ocean waves as they did before
The eyes of mortals saw them inspiring awe.
Created by forces according to nature's law.
When I was a young man I was drawn to the coast,
Easy life, sun tanned girls but what I craved most
Was to leave the land and skirt the water's edge
To ride those moving peaks, to drop down a liquid ledge.
Paddling out into the sea to await the swells arrival
The mind is cleared, time to act but still insure survival.
As long lines roll reaching high, blotting out the sun
The board is put in motion and the ride has just begun.
Dropping down the rising wave, beneath a snow white plume
The wall grows steep and hollows out while belching spume.
Faster goes the motion as the surfboard begins to race
Down into the trough then back across the face.
With tremendous speed sensation climbing to the top
Off the lip, flashing spray, once again begins the drop.
Down the line, going fast the lip curls down and over
Drawing the surfer deep inside its depths like a lover.
Once encased inside the tube time seems standing still
Now nothing else will compare to such a natural thrill.
A combination of energy and motion and gravity as well
To be a part of creation, to ride upon the swell.
Years go by, a lifetime passes, but little time at all,
Many waves were ridden and many times I did fall.
Now my hair is white and much of my energy is gone
But I still see those waves as they roll on and on.
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