WINDSURFING
Multi coloured sails scatter the horizon,
What a sight to set your eyes on,
Surfing through the endless chop,
Never turn, never stop.
All around them, vast green sea,
Every time I shout with glee,
On that day with skies so blue,
To be honest, we flew.
Just as the sky starts to turn ginger,
All the windsurfers tend to linger,
On the beach watching the sun,
Until the light of the day has gone.
They go out whatever the weather,
They don’t treat it like a tether,
Waves so small to waves so tall,
They go out in them all.
You must make sure you’ve got the right rig,
Especially, it mustn’t be too big,
But then again not to small,
Or you’ll have a nasty fall.
But there’s a problem very clear,
The land is getting very near,
In to the rocks with a great big crash,
The water swallows him with a splash.
You can windsurf indoors and all,
They do it in a big pool,
No matter the make, Starboard, Boardwise,
They’re all still windsurfers whatever shape or size.
