A Poem by aimless_wanderer

The heavy winds force our worn out bodies to pull over
Too much, we couldn’t fight, and at last we’re wind bound.
It was a sandy cove, trees blocking the fierce winds, and a cloudless sky.
To others it was paradise, but to us it was a waste.
Near-unconscious bodies scatters the sandy dune.
Some were napping, some reading, and some building towering sand castles.

Imagine four foot waves crashing throughout an endless ocean,
pummeling all that dare trespass it’s dangerous waters.
drowning is hardly the issue, but hypothermia is much more lethal.
five minutes is all it takes.
four is all you have,
and three is all its worth.
Rest time is not taken lightly.
Every minute is spent regaining lost energy,
and by the next day our worn out bodies were ready to face the lake.
We are warriors, and with Rest we’re lethal.

© 2011 aimless_wanderer

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Added on September 28, 2011
Last Updated on September 30, 2011



Cincinnati, OH

I began writing pieces of poetry around three months ago. I'm hoping to get better so I won't be too much of a scrub anymore. more..