There was a man who rode a stick,
and people thought he must be sick.
He would wade out in the waters deep,
and say I'll be back,
you soon will see.
Underneath the sunny skies,
and far beyond the viewers eyes.
He would wade out in the waters deep,
and return standing on his feet.
And fast across the waters glide,
this was such a big surprise.
Most could not believe their eyes,
now everybody wants to try.
Surfing.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surfing-4/
