Ocean Hangover

(From a collection called "The Ocean Poems".)

I crested the hill and saw the surf

No doubt I now owned this turf

Plunged into the waves bent on hell

Let out a scream as foot met shell

This scream never did exit my mouth

Water arrived in my throat and headed south

Nature's fluid all salty and harsh

Made waves in my stomach, my insides a marsh

Came up from down under heaving and gagging

Only three feet of water but still I was dragging

Made way to the shallow and let the fit subside

Breakers crashed and with me did collide

Found myself once more submerged

Another heave as the inside was purged

Was seriously considering a quick surrender

When I looked up and saw the eight foot life-ender

Thinking quick I dove at its heart

Ripping through safe and feeling smart

Confident now and expecting another

Wasn't expecting its ten foot brother

The aftermath of which I have already described

Results were sand's marks on my skin inscribed

Chose to throw in the towel at last

I'd had enough of the ocean kicking my ass

Made my way back home tired and groggy

Muscles ached and vision was foggy

Decided to spend some time in the sack

And hope my strength would soon come back

No such luck for when sleep was over

I awoke with the likings of a vicious hangover

No alcohol needed to ruin my motion

Just a day of battling a powerful Ocean.