A small tribute to the voluntary life saving organisations on Australian beaches.

The alarm!  Men race down the sand.

Reels unroll, the rescue’s underway.

In their minds there is but one thought,

To rescue the surfer-and save the day.

The surfer flounders, his board is lost.

He kicks around in the water so blue

A sight that gives one’s eyes pleasure,

But while drowning, the pleasures are few.

His help has arrived, all is saved;

Saved from the ominous world beyond,

snatched from death in the nick of time

To stay in a life of which he is fond.

On the shore his spark is revived

And the people gather around

To see the miracle of the surfer’s life

Return to him as he lays on the ground.

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  • Rask Balavoine on Oct 23, 2008

    That speaks to me – I trained as a beach life guard some years ago. Doing it in the North Atlantic off Ireland might not be quite the same as at an Australian beach! It’s a temperature thing.

  • Enzo Silvestri on Oct 23, 2008

    Rask, I can imagine! I went scuba diving in the Atlantic at North Myrtle Beach, and became a smurf :)

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