About 15 years ago I went body surfing off the Maine coast. While I was having the time of my life, two poor souls were claimed by the rip tide, which then came after me.

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Mighty waves crashed hello,
Sand beneath swept from toes.
Ride on top till crash at shore,
Swim back out to do once more.
Time escaped and hours fled,
Tides had turned and sea was red.
Further down two bodies escaped,
Souls set free without a trace.
One last ride to take in,
Waves instead pound my head.
Resurface once and further out,
Resurface twice and give a shout.
Pushed to the bottom of mighty sea,
Bubbles were haywire, couldn’t see.
Shore now a distant past,
Surface again: for one last gasp.
Thoughts of family, times gone by,
Thoughts of times I could not buy.
Sea claims another, or so it thought,
My fight continues, not for naught.
Hours pass and cold has grip,
Land in sight, must make this trip.
Close to shore and knees give out,
Land at last, Thank God I shout.
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