Yesterday we went to join the fish,
On top of them, at first, it was our wish;
With gondola, canals were well explored –
‘But not the sharky bits!’ the kids implored,
For this was not in Venice time was spent,
But to uShaka, Durban, that we went;
We nearly reached home hill; but further south,
Right in between, you’ll find the harbour mouth!
So then to Yacht Club Beach-site’s where we moved,
And time with boogie boarding we improved,
My board has been left idle just of late,
And riding waves again was simply great;
Too much exertion one can easily score,
For, when washed in, one dashes out for more,
And curses if the dash was just too slow
To catch the perfect wave now come on show!
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Thank you for the share. Catching the right wave is soooo lovely. And I imagine you have taught your granddaughters how to? How neat. My parents learned in India, taught me in Africa and I taught my girls in Mexico. A couple of years and I think I will teach grandson.
My compliments Les.
Brian
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Thank you for sharing your awesome pics and the lovely poem.
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And thanks to you for such an encouraging comment!
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It looks like fun to me, and I applaud your excellent poem in telling of the happy details!
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It certainly was, if a bit exhausting, and thank you!
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