Surfing Poems from the alt.surfing Newsgroup A collection of surfing poems from the early days of alt.surfing From deakin. Oh, King, Mr. Neptune, deep in your aquatic throne, Mom, with your consistently unpredicatable Nature, you know we can never be at home, lest we become engulfed in your turbulent waters. And I won't be going down to the beach for the next 3 weeks.
Life is like that sometimes.
I guess I'll just have to start this poetry thang. Yes, it is by far better to go there and attempt to surf those huge 60 footers on lake michigan than go to any of those other sorry places. Bye dudes -Dan From deakin. Here's the two poems that I wrote last year during a freezing flat spell that occurred. The first poem I wrote while just about tripping on caffiene.