White capped foaming liquid walls,
hurtle in, stirring
then crashing, the grains of sand under wild waves thrashing.
Bobbing heads of younger wave surfers, some splashing,
joyous and free under day amber rays, all dashing,
up to reach the crest and smashing through the blue; nature's unlashing,
its' raw power and majesty, golden flecks flashing,
across distant swirly burly, all mashing,
in unison, en masse; the elemts combining
self aware and in awe of earths perpetual gnashing.
My mind wandering back, in a way rehashing,
all that I witnessed, a moment in time, a tiny seaside town cashing,
in on a pale skin tourist, clashing
in colour with the sun kissed local, who to me was earlier dispatching
the gift of his wisdom to visit this beach, then amassing,
in me- a joy, and a wonder, where I could just be; totally detaching.
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