Surf Travel

Upon the crest of a wave I see
hidden memories held within.
New ones created, from every bough
on every ship, that travels bound for some new pasture.
Such hope and yet such loss, 
is the ocean's promise.
It's force men think can be tamed.

Yet that is what the ocean
wants you to believe.
It can bite and snap, 
or it can be calm and cool.

A million promises made, 
and broken upon it's shores.
A billion memories made
and broken, lying on it's floors.

The ocean is natures untameable force.

(C) Victoria Elizabeth Hughes September 2005

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