it was a sunny summer day of sophomore year Derek, Marc, and I on =
highway 55 surfboards on the rack, ate breakfast on the way it's days =
like these that make me glad to be alive surfs a crashing, bronze bodies =
on the sand this must be heaven where the water meets the land I love =
these california ways I miss those endless summer days we grabbed our =
boards and fought the waves to get outside the ocean is so powerful, so =
crystal blue and white we felt so safe there like the pearl inside the =
shell it's days like these that make the stories I love to tell we =
watched the tide recede, the sun began to fade the lifeguards left their =
stand, another perfect day
Submitted by: Mel
