Surfer's Rare Paradise Poem by Deanna Samuels

Not often does it happen
A perfect surfing surface
Waves rolling swiftly onto shore
From the great Lake Ontario

Wind had howled all night long
Sweeping trees as brushwood
Dawn broke to a tousled scene
Of Nature's debris scattered near and far

Households and stores made early clean up
Straightened too, the Season's downed décor
The sky, now a cloudless clear blue
Enticed the lake populace to walk anew

That overnight wind still blew in moderation
Churning the lake water into rolling waves
Hundreds of seagulls gathered at water's edge
Disturbed only by the odd beachcomber

Walked along the lakeside cobbled path
Saw children have fun on new swings and slides
Good safety measures with spongy composite
Over-watched by attentive moms and doting grams

Then, just beyond, a great surprise
Amongst the rolling crashing waves
Dark shadowy figures appeared betwixt
Goodness, they were ardent surfers!

Wrapped in black skin tight wet suits
Lying prone upon their flat shiny boards
Waded even further out into the oncoming tide
Cutting through the tempestuous current

Without further ado, strode aside the board
Turned towards shore, rode the foaming waves
Up and down as each swell rose and fell
Gliding on each peak towards the shore

As I gazed at this phenomenal unusual sight
Something never experienced here before
What luck to see this surfer's rare paradise
On the Great Lake Ontario


Written at Lake Ontario, Oshawa - 12th December 2021