The Warriors of Surf


White claws gallop toward shore

from a distance and up close.

Only a few have braved the hand of the sea.

Is it a death wish or exhilaration?

I can tell you it’s more.


The warriors I’ve surfed with

have a desire of their own.

We don’t go into battle with horses or swords,

we go with courage in our hearts,

floating on our dreams of victory.


Wave after wave,

warriors rally again or fall into its grasp.

Our goal is to wear it down.

The strikes of curved cuts

are seen at the shore.


We shoot through like bullets,

flying through darkness to get to the light,

and the rush we feel

echo like battle cries

reaching beachgoers.



the beast dies down.

The surfers are victorious.

As some paddle back,

others stay behind, knowing that the ocean will try again tomorrow.



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John Reyes View All →

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin

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