Such a rush on my board.
The roar of the white and blue.
Heaving my board up and down,
The bedazzled spray all around.
I was the surfer the best I could.
I was the surfer as much as I could.
The sway of my hips,
The spray on my lips.
The surfing water fizzled and splashed.
The surf ran this way and that.
My surf board turned left then right.
My surfing world was sprightly and bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem