A letter to my to son while on his 9 month surfing journey around the world
I am just a soul searching surfer
and a dedicated guy
who hoped and prayed
and scrimped and saved
so one day I could fly.
My Idea was to travel the globe
And to surf where it could be had
and cheering me on were my biggest fans
Lets call them mom and dad.
I planned the trip
I knew the way
I traveled it
in my sleep
the wierd day was
when i sold my truck
no longer mine to keep.
still it fetched me most of
the the money
to make the
trip complete.
See a surfers dream
is to surf a wave
that's the best
he has ever had.
Then to paddel back out
to a better one
i think the word is rad.
You see surfing is like life
that much I have found
and neither should be taken for granted
I live for the rush when I am droping in
and my surfboard becomes slanted.
to harness the energy of the swell
that heads toward the beaches shore
I think of how lucky a surfer I am.
How could any one ask for more.
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