The Surfer
On a very cloudy morning I sat on the beach,
With the ocean within my reach.
I wanted to spend some time on my own.
To sit in the sand and be all alone.
I listened to the waves as they crashed to the shore.
I closed my eyes and I listened some more.
After a few minutes, I heard a voice say,
Good morning! Hello! It’s a beautiful day!
She slowly approached with a board under her arm.
I’m here to surf! She said with some charm.
She smiled and said I hope you’re doing well.
I’m going to attempt to conquer the swell.
I watched as she ran out into the drink,
And disappeared under the water in a quick blink.
She broke the skin, and climbed onto her board.
One of her ankles attached to the cord.
As I sat back down in the sand,
The further away she paddled from land.
I had to admit, my interest was piqued.
The beautiful surfer, I found quite mystique.
I watched as she attempted to ride a wave.
Ten times she fell, but the surfer was brave.
When she failed for the twelfth time,
I was certain it was the end of the line.
She proved me wrong when she tried it once more.
She spilled into the water as I watched from the shore.
The surfer sat on her board for quite a long while,
Then paddled again while wearing a smile.
I wondered to myself, what would it take?
How many attempts, and what was at stake?
When thirteen falls became twenty-three,
The surfer slowly sauntered out of the sea.
She looked at me, smiled, and said it’s not my day.
I failed repeatedly, but I know that’s okay.
There’s always tomorrow, and I’ll try again.
I know in my heart I’ll eventually win.
I’ll never stop trying, that wave will be mine!
And on that day, it’ll feel so divine.
Whatever you’re facing, and whatever you do,
Never give up, and I’ll cheer for you, too!
About this poem
This poem was written for AJ, my most favorite surfer in the world.
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