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Walter John

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On my recent sailing adventure with Colin Wilson, I did the usual and wrote some thangs...

MOVING ON A ROLLING SWELL

We were moving on a rolling swell,

Mainland west didn’t even blink,

Too concerned on holding on and holding still.

The ink blue sea glittered and blinded like a bucket of diamonds spread like a banquet over a seething carpet under a splattered sky of bleached clouds forming into words, like trusting nurses spelling out a nomadic direction north.

Upon this dawn of all ages I was too young to know if it gets any better, and then again, too bloody old to care.

Just wish I could pray for this goddam puff of breeze to turn into wind, I used to know how to pray, once, yeah, so, how about some goddam wind, there’s prayer for you, one day I levitated above this ocean of future memories, new days, new ways perhaps, I didn’t stay up there too long, I lowered, a forgotten thought.

The razor night cut the bottom of the moon into a ludicrous smile and a highway of milky white spilt across the waves with me in its sights, straight for me, and straight through my heart, like my first love, hell, I don’t remember her name, but I’ll never forget the feeling.

Moving on a rolling swell, yeah, we were moving, moving on a rolling swell.

Happy Gardening

Cheers,

Wal

Queensland, Australia.

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Surfing is a way of life!

Surfing is hearing the waves while still in bed

Surfing is checking the waves before the sun comes up

Surfing is sitting in the line up alone with mist rising from the water

Surfing is taking one on the head, held down, but come up gasping and laughing

Surfing is a way of life!

Surfing is keeping an eye out for the men in grey suits

Surfing is sometimes wondering how you will get in, then just go for it

Surfing is the thrill of paddling out at a new break

Surfing is cutting off Joel Tudor in Costa Rica

Surfing is a way of life!

The weight of lies will bring you down / And follow you to every town / Cause nothin happens here

That doesn't happen there / So when you run make sure you run / To something and not away from

Cause lies don't need an aero plane / To chase you anywhere

--Avett Bros

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