Throws up these giant waves that scoop you up like an elevator
You come falling down off the crest, you slap hard in the trough
You wait for the next ride
Paddle for an hour bronco style
Till you see the sandy beach and you don't worry anymore
There is no rock wall to cause you harm
Just a rough landing into the sand
At least you hope it is sand, and not sandstone.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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