Mysterious is the ocean, Waves are seething forward toward the beach, I see them in the distant so high they reach the sky,
I wonder what the surfers think as they paddle out to the horizon, To ride the Mavericks as high as the sky. And guide on thru the pipeline to the setting sunset,
To take it to the other side to ride "The Mavricks". to the end! Be safe the surfers so sure they will do it again!
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
love the movie "Chasing Mavricks" JUst a thought of words in my mind.