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DAY 3/4 366@40


A brisk wind blows, takes hold of sail,
Better hold on tight, so you don't fail.
Board moves so well, and travels real fast,
This gust of wind, you pray will last.

The water so cold, fine spray on face,
As the wind blows, you gather more pace.
Pull at the strings, glide over the sea,
No where on earth, you would rather be.

Life in pure motion, wind is your power,
Move you on forward, for hour after hour.
Joy you can find, with wind in hair,
You can have it, only if you dare.


L Robertson Awesome Craig!!
K Bradbury very good.
S Walker terrific poem!!
L Walsdorf you really are very talented Craig, just awesome poem!!
J Hooren great poem craig :)