On Wednesday sunrise, at Boscombe pier,
Where Surfski soared without a fear.
Life-saving skills, unofficially trained,
In ocean’s embrace, wisdom gained.
Flying, gliding ‘neath the sunrise gleam,
In a world where dreams and reality seem.
Blue sky canopy, a silver lining’s trace,
Surfski danced with grace and grace.
Seagulls circled, a feathery feast,
As Surfski navigated, an oceanic beast.
Warmth enveloped, a soft sound at the feet,
With friends gathered ’round, a moment sweet.
In this tranquil tableau, serenity found,
Where Surfski’s spirit forever bound.
To Wednesday mornings, at Boscombe pier,
Where life’s true essence, crystal clear.
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