Surfer Poem by Marlin Nightingale

Surfer work your magic,
Upon the water's face,
Perform a stunning trick,
With stylistic grace.

Throw back your golden face,
To catch the glinting sun,
Then find the steady pace,
Of waves that break and run.

Paddle out toward them!
Catch their curling mist!
Feel the pounding rhythm!
Spray-scattered and sun-kissed!

Down into the furious trough!
Heed the stinging spray!
Balance is a master's art,
Tho it appears as play!

Ride the top forever,
Above the foamy crest,
Brace against the ever-
lasting winds protest.

Wash upon the seashore,
When at last your spent,
And watch the endless roar,
Across the blue extent.