Sailboarder
It's me alone against the world,
that's how it seems atop the crest
of wind-pushed wave; my upright wing
is punishing my arms and chest.

There's something thrilling just to know
it's me alone against the world,
as each gust lifts at breakneck speed,
and tempests keep the whitecaps swirled.

My aching fingers start to swell,
the hours linger through the day,
it's me alone against the world,
with nature's fury on display.

I've realized exotic dreams
of surfing with my sail unfurled,
The Great Lakes beg to take my bet,
it's me alone against the world.


Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber-
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Comments:
 
jeremiah   jeremiah wrote
on 6/15/2009 4:34:26 PM
Well put it brings those pictures and feelings to mind.

frederic   frederic wrote
on 6/11/2009 9:42:07 PM
I like the way you capture the excitement of being out in the ocean. It's both fun and challenging for you. Good work.

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