Mysterious,
Rolling,
Tubular waves…
The surfers’ dream,
Of the glider pilots.
Who ride their rolls’
To feed their buzz.
Riding and dipping,
Plunging and twisting,
Weaving and gliding,
The glories of high.
Riding
In homage
To their wild mystery
And the euphoric thrill
Of freedom
And passion…
Mysterious,
Rolling,
Tubular waves…
Silent glories
That greet the early birds,
Both human and Aves…
A beautiful spectacle;
Alien and surreal.
A beautiful spectacle,
To muse,
To write,
To sing and tell.
To tell all
Of their beautiful sight…
A beautiful spectacle;
Although formed in
Autumnal gloom,
Leaves all
Speechless...
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David Hurt's Australia: The New Enlightenment 2
PoetryPicture from - www.map-of-australia.us Poetry by me... Celebrating Australia in a new way... My own portrait of Australia... Where my queries are amalgamated with reality and a possible future... Plus some historical fiction of its past and pre...
