The Template of My Life

Published January 18th, 2007

Even though the sand was littered with pumice stone And the waves too small 

and sparse for the serious wave riders to aggravate you still strode purposefully out across the sand 

The surfboard you held under one arm was almost bigger than you were 

Perhaps to you the waves were like an adversary, Something to be conquered – 

A conduit to fame in your mind You were so small and had no thought in your mind 

But to have fun, to imagine yourself a hero - A wave conquering hero 

While you were riding the swell perhaps the Thrust and parry of your surfboard 

Was in answer to the lunge of the villain’s knife You slayed the waves that day my son 

You rode them until they yielded to your mastery They never knew the worth of the liege who was riding them 

You were ten then, surfing was your passion And you were mine 

You were the best of the best Never wavering in your delight of life 

Ten years later, you are still the best The template on which 

I judge my life 

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