221 Surfers know

Posted on February 9, 2016 by Ken Greenman

The sea we surf is a perilous place
but the pulse of the plunge
is joyous.
That view from the crest is
all wind and spray,
an ocean of foam before us.
But beware the trough,
the grave of the wave.
That shreek is deaths dark chorus.
For from there we possess
just two ways to travel:
an arduous climb
or one last deep breath.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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