ditch plains beach.....rip roar to explore!

early morning,sunrise to the east,wet suited with surfboard in hand,scanning by waters edge the  vistas in between earthbound, for the right spot to embark waters way,thinking about what prompts a person to surf? one answer perhaps,the love of waters motion in seeking adventure, the soul of a surfer is tied by impulse of desire melding person,board,and the watery turf; to catch a wave,wind driven,gravity bound,polarizes surfers in magnetized gyrations,keeping balance skimming the waters forward,side to side,most profound; a ocean in motions,tides up,high waves following rhythmic beats water bound,sounds and smells of waves crashing and slashing the sandy shore around; to ride the perfect wave,to deal in the surreal,in open horizons,vistas of natures notion regals in neptunes choiced entre point,immersed in chilly dark dank waters,dreams of nirvana in wavy motions to explore; hot sun and salt air,round motions of thunderous waves in store,tuck and flow of tides restore,the endless march of waves beckens to shore,spraying a shower of saltwater amour or deplore,ditch plains surfers to implore!;  the driven desires of love making in motion,on a rotation,amid the surfer and the immediacy of action,the roar of white foamed froth thunders assunder,behind seemingly death's door;  bobbing the water chest high,up and down,down and up,a big mother of motion to secure,a wave like trance upon me,a pulling up and over to respond,rip roar to explore,in balance towards shore;  feet onto board,big wet churling white headed roar of rolling thunder upon me,spraying water above and behind me,touching me,feeling you,wanting all to crash;  awash away humanly flash,a dash to splash the rash surfer upon brashed trashed watery curls;  still topside,heart beating in rapid retorts,a  watery waverly wonder withstood,the driving force wind driven loud snaps cho-choing sounds in locomotion propelling me forward,dancing in motion,roaring in devotion,moaning in lotion,motion in commotion,formenting watery swirls;  the mother of life,mother of watery devotion,going the limit a surfers lament,shoreline approaching,the board arching forward and up,all that is left is the foam and froth of a conquered wave,no wipe out this time,the razzle dazzled pride of a ride remains...be it so brave!;  ditch plains beach,n.y.,montauk's famous surfing location,known for the best waves in the hamptons,surfers gleen,glisten, and glimmer in watery wonderment of the ceaseless display of mighty waves in store to explore,more amour i might endure,enchantment secure,a shinning exponent of   misty  montauk's  mystifying   mistique   unfurled!!.....so it goes/mb