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LIFE IS A BEACH – WATERSPORTS

July 26thAside from swimming, there are many other activities to perform in the water. Write about a game or water sport or any non-swimming activity. (No, drowning is not an approved activity!)

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KEEPING UP WITH THE WAVES

July 25 – Collecting Seashells

July 24 – Sunburn/Suntan (Rondeau)

July 23 – Romance

July 22 – A Million Fish in the Sea

July 21 – Muscle Beach/Bikini Beach

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89 thoughts on “LIFE IS A BEACH – WATERSPORTS

  1. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    !! 😀

  2. DebiSwim on said:

    Heading out to the beach for a short vacation. Probably won’t be seeing you all until the middle of next week. Se ya then!

  3. SEARCH AND DISCOVER

    Marco!
    We had touched the water at the same time,
    Polo!
    a brief respite from the toils of the day.
    Marco!
    Relaxing, soothing as a rinse cycle to clear
    Polo!
    the stench of failure from your tired soul.
    Marco!
    Your eyes have been closed to your fate
    Polo!
    but it’s not too late to make restitution.
    Marco!
    Your solution is waiting to be implemented;
    Polo!
    you were sent here for a reason or a season,
    Marco!
    but this lifetime is a finite situation,
    Polo!
    and for all of your soul searching
    Marco!
    you discover you weren’t really a bad guy,
    Polo!
    you just weren’t cut out to be a player,
    Marco Polo!

  4. William Preston on said:

    SEEN ON A PELAGIC BIRDING TRIP

    In the place where the shearwaters flee
    far from land, in the midst of the sea,
    I espied a horned owl
    too far out on the prowl
    and a flying fish laughing in glee.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  5. DebiSwim on said:

    Before we leave…

    Doggone Fun

    From the condo window
    I watched a pleasant scene,
    a man and two Labradors
    walking on the beach.
    He threw a ball into the waves
    the dogs swam to retrieve
    they raced but never fought
    took turns like gentlemen.
    He tossed – they chased after.
    It started my day with laughter.

    Game On

    I go to the ocean to relax
    but find that these are the bare facts-
    frisbees flying through the air
    skimboarders everywhere
    volleyballs, sand art,
    nerf balls, sand darts,
    parasails
    kite tails
    Play!

  6. William Preston on said:

    A DIFFERENT SORT OF WATERSPORT

    Some birders will go to extremes
    in pursuit of their life-listing dreams.
    They will search all the slips
    for the best of the ships
    just to see the seabirds off the beams

    for, when birders go out on the ocean
    they are led by a singular notion:
    to see skuas and skimmers
    and divers and swimmers
    and do so with utter devotion.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  7. William Preston on said:

    LAMENT OF THE WATER-POLO GOALIE

    This game brings me no hint of bliss;
    the sum of if comes down to this:
    I always hear a sustained hiss
    each time I miss. Each time, I miss.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  8. The Surfer

    Here begins and ends the grave of all things:
    ocean waters call me to my sporting.
    Surfer, skimmer, flying through new blue tubes
    where swirling, magical delight confounds;
    where mystery of rolling arms are bound
    in waves unending, turning me to home.
    So, hungry heart is given each new birth;
    each ride is promised rivers past all harm
    and though my place is lived here on this shore
    my waiting for the next wave loved the more.
    Oh! mother of this ocean; we’re enthralled;
    ‘Fore earth and air and fire, your water calls.

    (some more practicing with blank verse, apologizing for the rhymes, in advance. )

  9. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    Diving

    Deeply
    into my Heart,
    I need to understand
    rightly
    How it keeps leading me
    wrong.

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  11. Dodge Ball for Two (Thrower & Target)

    A point to hit target or catch ball
    The one with twenty points wins.
    Target’s feet stay still, don’t fall!
    A point to hit target or catch ball
    Target may end up in a sprawl.
    Where ball lands, thrower now target, begins.
    A point to hit target or catch ball
    The one with twenty points wins.

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  13. Aquatic Improv
    ~
    I loved the gritty sensation,
    sand beneath my hands
    as I stood on my head.
    My siblings and I took turns
    under the surface of ocean,
    feet reaching air above;
    we’d each put on a silly show
    with animated length of legs.
    Entertained, we’d laugh
    splashing happily
    passing an afternoon,
    cooled by the sea;
    a summer spree of carefree.
    ~
    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013

  14. janeshlensky on said:

    Not exactly a water sport, but maybe a near miss. (Is there such at thing as aquakiteflying?)

    Kite Flight

    A steady wind is what we need to fly;
    a moving sun to guide our bearings by;
    a stretch of sand, packed down for running feet;
    a few convenient clouds to quell the heat.

    We’ll carry extra spools of string, in case;
    our kites will grin so bright—just like your face
    once we let our wings catch a friendly wind.
    There’s no telling how high they will ascend.

    I know I thought the red and orange would sing,
    but now I like your blue and purple thing.
    The tails don’t match at all, but add such flair.
    No wonder people stand around and stare.

    Look now at the beach combers standing by
    to see our colored wings soar into sky.
    They smile already thinking as we do:
    that flying kites is flying your heart too.

    We’d better put on sunscreen, for the day
    might get away from us while we’re at play,
    watching our sweet extensions climb and reach
    while we stand far below upon a beach.

  15. He rows,
    She drifts her hand
    Through the blue-green water,
    Stares dreamily up in his eyes,
    And smiles.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

    I don’t have the internet connection to stick around and comment, but I like what I’ve read so far. Have fun guys! 🙂

  16. kayaking a sheet of glass
    Loon calls
    my only company

  17. Dinner Cruise

    Dinner cruise christens
    mid-summer.
    On deck, watch
    buildings and bridges light up.
    Portland Spirit glides.

  18. Marjory MT on said:

    WATERSPORTS
    (Haiku)

    Kneeling by tide pool,
    She sets drift-wood boat afloat,
    Dreams of distant shores.

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  20. Last Kayak

    I slip out
    and spill loose,
    lulled by dawn
    -spilled spell.

    Hued in haze,
    I praise these days
    and hug this Lake
    farewell.

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