Little Surfer Girl

 

Little Surfer Girl   She watched the sand shift on the seashore As waves rolled in with massive force She shed her wrap and her sandals All would be right if she stayed the course Her board slapped hard on the water As she paddled out to sea with all her might She saw the crest of the wave Towering ten feet high, a beautiful sight She corrected her stance and caught the big one Taste of sea salt filled her beautiful smile Her hands moved in balance And she road for more than a mile Why did she think of oranges? At this moment in time Tokens of places from her youth Caught in her heart like a rhyme In her mind’s eye she saw them Little slices of orange smiles And her grandmother so far away Over a road of miles It was her last thought that day She saw first its fin Gleaming white teeth clamped down Exposing the sharks evil grin The sea ran red with her blood Her heart beat its last Little surfer girl interrupted Lost to a mid summer blast By Nancy Lee Shrader   © 2009 Nancy Lee Shrader (All rights reserved)

 

 

                         

Reviews

[Claude]

Nabbed by the men in gray suits!

[Tovli]

vivid! ouch! painful ending! tovli

[Frances O'Neill]

Did you know this person, meaning was she real? How awful! I like how you took me right onto the

surf board, except for the gory bit a the end. I thought maybe she'd come sailing on home after

hanging ten, instead! Why did she think of oranges right then? Silly girl! LOL

[angelina neves]

oh! I wasn't expeting the end...
i was riding and dancing away in the "crest of the wave/Towering ten feet high, a beautiful sight"
and then... such a sad story...
so wonderfully told!