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At Play On The Reef: A Poem

At Play On The Reef

by Philip Scott Waikoloa

A south swell strums softly

across the reef

it’s summer in winter

if only in brief

the coral is tickled

and surfing kids rise

anticipating the rush and

the thrill of a ride

They stand on the tide

the white curling mist

with whistling spindrift

a swirl and a hiss

They giggle and wriggle

and manage the glide

become one with the ocean

and feed their insides

For a child it’s pure

no hinderance of vision

they feel everything at once

and know only their mission

to ride salty waves

to smile and cheer

today is the best day

“the swell is here”

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