Surfing The Crimson Sea

Story #18
Wordcount 434
Copyright 2004 C.E.

From a land of the dead and the morbid
comes a tale that some might find sordid.

Within its pages shall you find a child full of Joy,
a young man I oft times call Little Laddie Boy.

Perched upon the grasps of manhood,
reluctant to take those mighty steps he knew he should.

It was his sacred duty to grab his board and head to the shore,
to plow to the tides and climb once more.

He had failed before, embarrassed by the fall,
yet stand up again, he must, lest he bury his gall.

Along the beach as he stood there perplexed,
a woman did approach him and his mind she did vex

To be so young just barely a man,
to fulfill his task she would do what she can.

To the Red Wave you will be able to go,
after I have taught you all you need to know.

For several moons and several days,
this woman schooled him in too many ways.

Then the time came when the tide was high,
and the task was before him, fearing to die.

This emergence into manhood is decided,
I pray thee do not feel chided?

The etched expression upon his visage,
echoed the long distance of a mirage.

The fear is still there, what if I fail?
To be a man, to whom will they hail?

Just what are you trying to imply?
Itís not like youíre not going to fly!

Good God, woman, do you know what youíre saying?
Perfectly well, now quit your naying!

He could tell by the devilish grin,
she would have her way again.

Youíre propensity for the telling of tall tales,
has this one the size of a blue whale!

Stop this foolish hindrance of youth,
and to the waves show no couth.

Take life by the horns, guide its flow,
cast away your doubt, and race for the goal.

He took to the waves then, thrusting himself in deep,
up and down with the waves his continence he did keep.

I still remember the look on his face,
as he surfed that crimson place.

He went to and went fro and went up high and down low,
smooth as a king, in an artful grace did he show.

Succeeded in this task, becoming one no longer a child,
he glanced at a young woman who warmly smiled.

Hand in hand they left the coast,
to return home and make of it the most.

Therefore in a manner easy to see, in a logic plain by me,
Little Laddie Boy had conquered the Red Sea.

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