Out on my board on a stormy day
On the waves of a towering height,
Better use care so the locals say
And keep the guards in sight.
Rips and tides trapped many men
With luck some made escape
So, locals warn again and again
With a point to a distant cape.
Where smashed surf boards, a scary sight
Could be found on a day like today.
For the ocean always wins the fight
So, it’s best to stay away.
But I was an expert, they were told
So, all should have no fears.
And I faced the ocean standing bold
While my girl implored with tears.
Paddling out I looked back proud
As the ocean beckoned come,
And I shouted out a challenge loud
While the surf beat an urgent drum.
I rode the wave, went out again
and repeated the ride once more,
And frowned at the urgent wave of Ben
My brother on yonder shore.
Turning around I gasped surprise
At the change in the angry sea,
For the coming wave was twice the size
And it had it sights on me
And it swept me out, and it sucked me in
As I held to my board in fright.
With a quick hand wave in the ocean din
And the hope of a guard in sight.
But the raging surf, a dangerous place
As the guards looked on alarmed,
No rational guard should have to face
Such forces and be harmed.
The raging sea now forward me swept
To a path toward yonder cape
Where the waiting rocks their vigil kept,
And I saw ‘twas no escape.
Then from the shore through battering wave
And the tempest blasts came they,
For the guards take risks poor souls to save
As endangered surfers pray.
They fought the tempest, wave and tide
As they rowed their way to land,
And dragged me to my family’s side
While my girlfriend held my hand.
The following day I saw on the cape
The result of my foolish pride,
I thought of my sobering close escape
On the day I almost died.
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