A poem about surfing for groms and groms at heart.

My quiver is a thing I love,

Although you shouldn’t love things

How can you not love something,

That clearly gives you wings?

My quiver is such happiness,

As surfboards often are.

My husband asks, where will it go?

When there’s a new one in the car.

With summer vibes and different shapes,

I glide high upon a wave,

The custom, the longboard, maybe the Buttons,

I can’t choose one, that is my fave.

When the waves are big and steep,

The Firewire does the trick,

Shaped like a longboard, but just six-eight!

It makes the big waves sick.

And when the waves are small and fun,

My longboard is the jam,

It’s toes on the nose, with long sweet rides,

As I coast back up to sand.

Family days spent at the beach,

Waves crashing on the shore,

Are days well spent, what life’s about,

So many waves to score!

Life can have its ups and downs,

We know this to be true,

But just go surfing, and you’ll see,

It’s the best thing you can do.

Ode to Surfing • Narrated