MY SURFER BOY<\/p>\n
It was always the beach calling me
\nsmell, ocean breezes and frothy wave
\nWhat happened next upon that sea
\nI kept close to my heart, save
\nthe best secrets in my soul go free<\/p>\n
When the handsome surfer brought me on his boat
\nI was 17; both had long flowing hair, starting to experiment
\nWith drugs and drinking, driving and the rest,
\nYou know what I mean if you made it through
\nToo many didn\u2019t and the rest, don\u2019t let it worry you<\/p>\n
Surfer boy took me out to sea on a late summer day
\nAt first we laughed and looked at each other, blue eyes
\nstared at my brown, and a kiss formed, sweet and soft
\nHe grabbed and held me close, and started telling me things
\nthe things he would like to do, and his voice changed<\/p>\n
Surfer boy became surfer man and I was willingly trapped on his boat
\nSuddenly the sun dove into the waves, no moon took its place
\nThe funny toasts we made to each other became our sweet love songs
\nI didn\u2019t want to go back to the shore, please oh please, I begged, some more
\nand surfer man wanted me to stay, in fact he wanted me for the whole next day<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll never forget my surfer boy, long blonde hair with eyes so blue
\nOur special love story started upon my surfer boy\u2019s boat
\nBut life got in the way again, a young girl and young man
\nHe had to fish for his father, you see, and I had to go back to land
\nWe promised we would keep in touch, but so much for that plan<\/p>\n
I often think of you, surfer boy and wonder where you\u2019ve gone
\nI\u2019m back on land and missing the sea, the shore and especially you
\nWith long blonde hair and eyes so blue
\nWonder if you would have been true
\nMy magical surfer boy, I miss you<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Diane Morinich<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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