Fistral Surfers

Grand champion hopes echo here each year As, with summer heat, top class surfers meet To crest the mighty waves. all leave the fear Of giant rollers far behind, and sweeten Judge's eye with feats of watery style, All the while performing ballet- boarding To the tune of crashing waves. Though beguiling Like a drug, these surfing addicts afford Respect at every turn, bow to mighty Power of sea, yet rise again on next crest Like Neptune's gods. At Fistral beach such heights Are conquered only by the very best. All mediocre wet - suits stay away From water then, and watch the aces play.